Say A Prayer Lyrics/Paroles
Gucci Mane

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[Intro] Six spots, twelve stoves and I need more pots And I told [?] that my boys got caught [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder I took your food and prada shoes and added me more power And if you bought some Sour Diesel then your dream gone sour I treat your shooters like cowards make your team look sour I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder RIP to [?] on right arm was a rifle I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title You ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva I made the Forbes list, nigga, man, you just a subscriber My momma say you just a lyin’ bitch, conniving lil’ diver Nigga killed his own brother saying, that shit in the bible Man, Joe Blow chose the fork, and you chose the screwdriver I made another steal a car but I made the cash off a niner I went so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen) No grey hair I ain’t stressin’ the case Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] That right to, I’m having my way By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake They cool my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe Got a pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stay Man I’m cool, gettin’ paper, and a custom Cartier I’m a smooth operator, I gotta customer named Shade’ And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all grey I ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for you I’m pimpin’ like players do, Lean match the gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof You lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food Ok cool, I got a plug like no other No discussion me and Thugger, Waiting on judgement [Hook] (x2) [Outro: Rich Homie Quan] Oh, Never forget where I came And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way Oh, Never forget where I came And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way Oh, oh, oh, oh