Jay.lense - PROPHET Lyrics

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Bringing Up
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Souls
How many sold
Stripped of they quarts and they gold
Don't even know where to go there now
Loads
I done blown loads
Still I'm not lacking or low
I'm just keeping my head low right now
Feel
How do you feel
The shit that you trip on not real
You overthinking and its killing you
In the field
The f*ck is so fun bout the field
These niggas they need doctor Phil
They spirit stuck up in a sinful mood

Sinful Mood

Sinful Mood Bring Bring Bring
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How many niggas you bring
How many niggas you bringing up
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