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Uh, prayer hands
Yeah, yeah, uh, ha
"I praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
Uh, prayer hands
Yeah
"I praise the Lord and keep the faith"
Yeah
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth" (yo)
Just the tone of my voice made your lady moist (talk)
Baby, we some play boys, no need to play coy
We some players, some real gamers they was sayin'
We was shaving points, UCLA lost to Malloy (did that)
Rumor has it we fixed the wheelchair classics
And jumped in the window of the coupe, like Bo dukes in the Dukes of Hazzards
I'm like Magic, I can shoot it or pass it
Became a legend because everything I'm doing is rooted in passion (hoo!)
Uh, all my music classic
Glocks only, everything I shoot is plastered
Put up numbers, get baskets
Uh, hit Saks Fifth, real pimps don't wear rabbits
Uh, that shit is beneath me
Niggas can't even reach my knee, be easy (chill shorty)
Put VV's on my pinky, speak freely
Chauffeur, don't make me spill my drink like pinky
(Told you, don't make me spill my drink mo'fucker)
Prayer hands
"I praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
Prayer hands
"I praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth" (yo)
This ain't a Jag, this a Aston Vanquish, mm
As for the jacket that I'm wearin', it's Kris Van Assche (nice)
We did the Moncler thing in the past (back then)
The rags get the Mutombo finger wag (uh-huh)
It ain't spring, but I clean the glass with no wingman
This thing here, this shit ain't Jordan brand or Swingman
I sip Belaire with my pinky in the air
The .40 Cal the length of an eagle's wingspan
I'm never just wingin' it, I'm a thinkin' man
Me and Preem, we like the town car, we linkin' fam
Frequent, this shit slicker than Puerto Rican hair