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Tre Prada - Lion Lyrics




Pray for me don't wait for me
Build with me don't hate on me
I want all they take from me, what they took from us, no slavery
Dignity, that self love
I am more than a rap thug
I am more than what you perceive
What you believe don't amount to nothin
09 went and caught a case
2012 im a CEO
15' made a non profit
This year I'm on tv though
Y'all niggas like CB4
Trash can where yo CD go
Tre Prada over everybody
Every track TKO
Young kings we God body
Gold on me thats Gods body
Let a nigga try to cross me
He get the kiss of death
Thats Gods body
Got me feeling like John Gotti
Backseat getting chauffeured
With a bad bitch you might ah heard of
Killing yall, no attempted murder
Want beef ill give you burgers
Hot nigga no Bobby Shmurda
So sick of the dumb shit, To the f*ck shit im so allergic
Y'all Rappers all getting nervous
Cock it back and then squeeze the burner
I don't give a f*ck
Y'all should give it up
Epidemic flow
Boy I'm sick as f*ck
They keep asking me
Why I ain't signed
Why you ain't on
You been on the grind
Honestly you really wanna know
Maybe cuz I didn't sell my soul
People in my city heard of me but they actin like they don't f*cken know
That boy like a pot of gold
Heart cold like it's bout to snow
John Evola just send me Beats and I knock em down like dominos
Bad lil bitch tell her Vámonos
Cuz she taken too long and it's time to go
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Pray for me don't wait for me
Build with me don't hate on me
I want all they take from me, what they took from us, no slavery
Dignity, that self love
I am more than a rap thug
I am more than what you perceive
What you believe don't amount to nothin
09 went and caught a case
2012 im a CEO
15' made a non profit
This year I'm on tv though
Y'all niggas like CB4
Trash can where yo CD go
Tre Prada over everybody
Every track TKO
Young kings we God body
Gold on me thats Gods body
Let a nigga try to cross me
He get the kiss of death
Thats Gods body
Got me feeling like John Gotti
Backseat getting chauffeured
With a bad bitch you might ah heard of
Killing yall, no attempted murder
Want beef ill give you burgers
Hot nigga no Bobby Shmurda
So sick of the dumb shit, To the f*ck shit im so allergic
Y'all Rappers all getting nervous
Cock it back and then squeeze the burner
I don't give a f*ck
Y'all should give it up
Epidemic flow
Boy I'm sick as f*ck
They keep asking me
Why I ain't signed
Why you ain't on
You been on the grind
Honestly you really wanna know
Maybe cuz I didn't sell my soul
People in my city heard of me but they actin like they don't f*cken know
That boy like a pot of gold
Heart cold like it's bout to snow
John Evola just send me Beats and I knock em down like dominos
Bad lil bitch tell her Vámonos
Cuz she taken too long and it's time to go
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Writer: Adam Michael Taylor, Micah Pueschel, Cayson C. Peterson, David Manzoor, Joe Dickens, Micah Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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