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Song title: Fred The Godson - Prey

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Fifth from the side, that ball gonna leave
His soul sitting in a pile when my snub nose bleed
They come to coffin and wake
Mom's praying that I change like an orphan or player
But Fred range like'
I leave your engine running, head blown in your van
These matics come off the benches
Dick Tracy, Inspector Gadget
My niggas still in the trenches, you niggas got nothing for me
Glory is in the 40, I clutch, that be the story
Got Cory calling me'TBM militia
Bitch, you could be married, these clips ain't gonna miss you
I'm a fisher, keep yapping away
It can happen today, had me whiling out these cannons and get you carried away
My name god

Y'all better pray for 'em
Before I prey on 'em
It's in God's hands now
It's in God's hands now

Hail Mary, our Father

I'm on some other shit
That I wouldn't give a fuck if he with some other shit
Trifle, higher damage, gonna manage
Get your brother split with bananas and rubber gribs
I should fuck up your father
You ball as hard as your mother did
I'm angry as'on a double dip
If you ain't talking about money suck a dick
Your face'you think
Before I ever truck your shit I'll drive it in the lake
Will teach a duck a trick
You ain't sell for shit
All I have for supper is a ball of air and a couple spit
All I ever wanted was money and a percussion mix
Ain't been lusting since but trust it
I would want your bitch if we was talking some disgusting shit
Rushing our hush to strip, busting and dusting shit
I'm still smoking, I burned my thigh when I tucked this shit
Militia, we up in this, Frederico, my brother
Just let me keep all the guns, you keep the 'and other shit

Y'all better pray for 'em
Before I prey on 'em
It's in God's hands now
It's in God's hands now

Hail Mary, our Father