Emilio Rojas

Emilio Rojas - Pray lyrics

rate me

One time for the haters,

I hope that me winning is giving them pain

If you throwing that dirt on my name

Cause you were digging your grave

Shit, bury me with a magnum condom on

In the minute I die, holding my dick, riders is hoppin on

Yeah, I’m up in the heights, up in the 9

Up in your wife, she telling me that you ain’t fuckin her right

No ownder Emilio loving this life

We all smart and my cribs was, to get all art

On my wallstreet like it’s wallmart

Now you push back like a false start

Now all my chicks is dancing, they don’t do baley

Are you in cars, you can’t keep it, you should do vale

Right, I’m in red jays and I’m courtside

With a bad bitch with a fat ass

And that back side like a Porsche sign

I’m running the city with people that never would talk to police

And they seein the badge and the gun like it’s a market of beasts

Triple safe, 36’s, I’m waking up with 3 chance, 3 bitches

[Hook]

Pray, pray, pray, pray

Don’t do as I do, just do as I say

I’m bringing a hater right down to his knees

Better believe we

Pray, pray, pray, pray

Don’t do as I do, just do as I say

I’m bringing a hater right down to his knees

Better believe we pray

I told y’all I got no shame

I’ve spend so much in this blood money

My bank account it got blood stains

Said fuck fame, fuck change, I want assets

Not trump changes

She mayweather, that money came

I don’t owe y’all for not one thang

And I never did asked for no favors

I never been given no help

And I never relied on nobody

I had to go get it myself

And I never would sell my soul

Never been living in hell,

Never been one to fold, to do what I’m told

I did it for real, I did it for real

That’s on me, want a favor, don’t call me

No hand outs, I had hand me down

When I was young and I ball free

I been eating palm fritos by the palm tree

And I don’t bite the hand that feeds until I palm read

Yeah, and the future never was certain

I’m uptown and I’m working now,

I’m keepin stacks in my person

My mama needin her bills paid

And my wifey needin new purses

You hear the hunger in my verses

[Hook]

Pray, pray, pray, pray

Don’t do as I do, just do as I say

I’m bringing a hater right down to his knees

Better believe we

Pray, pray, pray, pray

Don’t do as I do, just do as I say

I’m bringing a hater right down to his knees

Better believe we pray.

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