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Pray For Me Lyrics

MuGz – Pray For Me Lyrics

[Intro: mugz praying]
Heavenly Father, please forgive us
For we are sometimes lost in your world
May you continue to guide us
I pray

[Verse 1: Mugz]
Lord forgive me for my sinning but I'm winning, yes I'm winning
I'm been stuck in this position, See my luck is running thin and
No, my mama raised me different, Hoped that I just stay persistent
She ain't tryna see me buried or watch her son end up in prison
I just got another ticket cuz my windows are too tinted
Tell the sheriff ~ mind they motherfucking business
Got too many mixed emotions, shit I could have been a chemist
Plus my soul ain't got no love, that shit only comes in tennis
I've been talking to the lord, they tried charging me long distance
Plus the devil's always busy so I know that nigga listens
Quoting "Only God We Trust", either him or all my instincts
Since the truth is always flipped like a gymnast, I'm so finished
With these regular civilians who label us as villains
They put in they two cents, I refund they opinions nigga
I just call the play, let my niggas run scrimmage
Got too much up on my plate, tell my girlfriend do the dishes nigga

Pray for me (x8)

[Verse 2: mugz]
Lord forgive me for my sinning but I'm winning, yes I'm winning
I just pray I count a million, this is only the beginning
I've been going through some hell just to find my way to heaven
Nigga live until you die, well I'm bout to make a killing
Got some niggas in the sky so my head is the the ceiling
I believe that I could fly, I mean higher than are. Kelly
Man shout out that nigga Bust, I just rub his ~
Said shout out that nigga Bust, man my crew so fucking heavy
I've been dreaming bout a ~, is this lifestyle really for me
Slipped inside her with no condom, worry bout it in the morning
Ohh lord, I ain't been to church, It's been a long time
And I tried to talk to god and got the wrong line
But he called me back and he told to be patient
And then he called me "son" like we on vacation
Got a text from Satan, he asked me to three-way him
But the Devil still in Prada so I tell him go see (Jotta?)
Get some clothes

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