Princeton Prayer

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Princeton Prayer by YFG FATSO

Princeton Prayer Lyrics

Come on
Yeah
Come on
Hey
Come on
Hey
Come on
Come on
Fox, you coming brazy, brother
Big drills
Yeah
Trust me, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
You know how the fuck we-- You know how we make shit bleed
It's only Reese here
Walk that down for me
Come on
Real shit, don't know what's up to these niggas
You know what you know, I don't fuck with you niggas
Gotta keep clapping till everybody dead on they side
We ain't collecting nothing from them niggas
Niggas be constantly sending them hoes for the low
I ain't finna go out getting jiggy
No competition, I know I'm the best on the road
Now it's time that I stomp you new niggas
Yeah
We killed a bunch of them niggas
The white van, man, we touching on niggas
Too many hoes in my messages
I won't text, I don't feel like fucking them bitches
Loaded, half the block got switches
The other side got them ars on 60
Roll it
Fire this bitch up, I'm choking
Too many militants, strapped up drillers
Deming too much on my feet
I was getting shit asleep, I don't rap about killing
Redrum, once you get with him, I'm heavy on
Standing on business, you heard me clearly
Yeah
The contact heavy and Reap them ready
And new strand puffing them niggas
Comparing me to a nigga too stuck in the
Streets, I can never be none of them niggas
But that boy chase shit down
Run the hoe to my bro tryna clap and get wild
Opp house should never mouth
Trust only trying for real when it's been a little while
I put them niggas in style
Using my name for a clout chase tryna get round
My newest opps was fans
Hate when a nigga can't click so they try tearing down
It's all contact, my real beef go beyond
That, my favorite opps just got wild
Remember them telling me I'll be dead in
A week, it's a must I made it around
Okay
Fuck everybody who clown me, I'm way richer so now who a clown?
Digits and digits inside my account for my children to play
I'ma burn up the town
I don't fuck with a ton, all big time
Spanking, the ops gotta get this belt
Driving this hoe at 200, I keep on flushing
Bae, I'm trying to kill myself
I did this shit on my own with no help or
A loan, I ain't gotta pay nobody else
We put the sun on a nigga, two feet back when he felt he had to melt
I don't really care what they said, I know
What he did, I promise you they need help
I put a bitch on the market to fuck am I
Cuffing up hoes who I put on the shelf?
Fuck on her friends, they hate it 'cause shit
That I did make her want to kill herself
Internet trolls be fed but my opps did you bad, come try it yourself
Come on
You want to come get it, little nigga?
Come on
I never put straps in my pistol
I don't
I never fuck hoes off liquor
I'm done fully bending shit over on sprinters
I tell cuz to chill, he just wanna kill
Say he trying to blind a nigga
Not yet, I'm still on payments, we chilling
Let me get back to my hood and children
I see a nigga I don't like, he know it's
On sight, I give a hand raise with it
They do the job, I don't ask them, they know
I love them, fuck them forever stay with me
Security got his 50, a bulletproof vest
And a bulletproof black truck, nigga
No way, in hella smoke, I can feel it
I get that 20 inside me itching
Real shit, don't know what's up to these niggas
You know what you know, I don't fuck with you niggas
Gotta keep clapping till everybody dead on they side
We ain't collecting nothing from them niggas
Niggas be constantly sending them hoes for
The low, I ain't finna go out getting jiggy
No competition, I know I'm the best on the
Road, now it's time that I stomp you niggas
Yeah
We killed a bunch of them niggas, the
White van, man, we touching on niggas
Too many hoes in my messages, I won't text
I don't feel like fucking them bitches
Loaded, half the block got switches
The other side got them ars on 60
Roll it
Fire this bitch up, I'm choking
Too many militants, strapped up drillers

From the album: A Reaper's Ceremony