Pray Priddy Ugly (Ft. A-Reece & Shane Eagle)

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[Intro: Priddy Ugly]
Lord!
I pray for my enemies
For the game, I'm the remedy
They say my name, filled with jealousy
The haters tryna drain me of my energy
Friday they would say they a friend of me
Saturday get a [?] off my Hennessey
Sunday I gave them the recipe
Monday they [?] on my legacy, oh Lord!
[Chorus: Priddy Ugly]
I pray for my enemies
I pray, you pray for my enemies
I pray, I don't prey on my enemies
Lord I pray for my enemies
[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Yeah
Priddy just playin', we ain't prayin' for you niggas
Fuck around I pull a chopper out the boot, load it up and let it rain on you niggas (Yeah)
Dope chick on that molly
Fly bitch in the lobby (Yeah)
Killin' these niggas while I crowd surf, how's that for catchin' a body? (Check)
Line was over your head (Check)
Running your mouth when you breath-less
Flippin' I'm whippin', I'm trippin'
I get to the spot, they all got a death wish (Yeah)
Choking hard on them collard greens
Two bitches on the left of me
The whole family gon' be straight this year (Yeah)
Put that on the death of me