PRAISE Lyrics

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I just put my niggas in designer

Now they flexing on them niggas that was hating in the back

And I'm chilling wit my Nina yeah you know I never lack

My choppa shoot like Ike and Tina man I might marry my Mack

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Look I just walked inside the club he looking at me

A-Ak47 get to bucking for me

I'm gonna turn up the whole show just book me at the Roxy

I'm at the telly geeked up witcha hoe we popping oxy

I just bought another clip for my Mack

They say cash got Hella bitches you could call that boy a Mack

I'm just chilling wit my demons on the block we blowing pack

If I see opps shoot out that demon swear to god we blowing back

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Man I'm to high for this shit

Wait I don't smoke I'm high off the scriptures'

But this shit different foreal like this shit different

What I said what I said uh (this really different like)

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