Praise The Lord (Da Shine) [feat. Skepta] [Durdenhauer Edit] - Durdenhauer & A$AP Rocky

We will praise, we will praise the lord MA-MA-MA-MACE with the beats We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Anche se ormai è tardi Luci blu, vado forte per di là Quattro pills, mi sento una supercar Cerco me stesso, ma non lo troverò qua Grazie a me, grazie a Dio, grazie al rap Ah, ventiquattr'ore (Ventiquattr'ore) son troppo poche (Seh, seh, seh) Quarantotto ore (Seh, seh, seh), faccio tre show Cuore di latta, ah, come un robot (Seh, seh, seh) Supero il limite, supero lo stop Ho toccato il fondo, oh-oh-oh Il suo booty tocca il fondo, oh-oh-oh Preghiera al collo, mi sento benedetto, ah-ah Esco dalla chiesa con un peccato in meno A volte ho certi presagi Mi cambia l'umore guardando i paesaggi Oggi è un giorno per rialzarmi Col diavolo c'è sempre stato un gioco di sguardi We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Anche se ormai è tardi Scrivo al sesto giorno di rehab (Ah) Ho una guerra interna insanguinata come una jihad Mai redento, adesso tento di ritrovare il mio io (Io) Sto soffrendo ho le ossa rotte, mi sto avvicinando a Dio (Dio) Prendo benzodia' sul tavolo, diamine, penso al diavolo Nel senso che si sfalda scaldandolo come un dado Knorr Non mi ero mai piegato, avevo solo pregato Le creature della notte Vedo al buio delle volte, predator (We will praise) Paranoia con il rumore dei tacchi Mi da noia, sto sognando ad occhi aperti, Miyazaki Sto sudando negli orecchi, ho dei centoni arrotolati Sto soltanto, sto provandoci per poco ad essere happy È assurdo quanta chimica ci sia tra noi Volevi portarmi in clinica, ti ho detto: "No way" Non so se c'è poi una forza superiore ed esclamare: "Oh, signore" So che non ho un superiore, io non dico: "Sissignore" We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Dentro ar club bello ghiacciato, tutti al muro schiacciati In pista Air Force bianche immacolate Braccia tese dalle grate, piazze di spaccio Sui TMAX in quattro, Gesù Cristo in braccio Croci viola, crank shit, in cielo tuoni e lampi Cani in branchi, mani in tasca dei piumini bianchi Polvere blu magic, tracce di Gheddafi Benedici questi luoghi, sono già sacri Mafia black italic, Punto blu metallic Cerchi oro trovi ferri, sei come Harry Christmas Prega pe' noi altri che pe' me è tardi Sulla via del ritorno coi fanali alti Apro la Bibbia, spezzo ossa, drippo il vino Scalda il piatto sulla fiamma, cambia l'accendino Forse hai visto solo mendicanti per 'sti bar Forse non ce vedi, Ray Charles

Arf, arf, arf Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (Frankie Mothafuckin' P) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked And we don't give two fucks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas called your bluff Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

Oh we finna fuck up a check today, Nigga, fuck that! Oh we finna get paid today I'm 'bout my cash today I'm 'bout my dough today I'm 'bout my hoes today Money on my mind every fucking day, hunnids on my mind every fucking day Get that money young nigga! Get that cash young nigga! Take that cash young nigga! Flacko! I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride All that I wanted man Bring me some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Cash rules everything around me Nigga ask about me I swear my shooters be my juniors call me Robert Downey He held it down, he held his own Now holding down the county It just so happen now, she wet and now i'm all outta Bounty I'm the quicker, picker upper Still don't give no fucks bruh Quick to pick her up I be that pretty mothafucker For fuckin' up my cash on Ubers Time to switch the truck up Tip the driver Turn the Future up, fuck up some commas Homicide, pussy good, eat it good, treat it good Beat it good, peck a wood, wish you could Love a ride, ride or die Ride it backfroth, side to side Make it shake, surfboard Make a nigga go dumb for it I'ma ride, I'ma ride Love the bitch 'till I die Genuine, Bonnie Clyde We gon' die, Homicide Suicide, two of us You and I, crucified Truths and lies, you despise I'm the best, you decide I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide Pull up on lil shawty Hello, howdy, howdy I just hopped out my Rover Shot my rollie, uhh I just hit my jeweler threw some diamonds on it Told that hoe don't come I ain't got no times for phonies, uhh I've been gettin' money, Why you niggas fronting? Flacko told me "fuck 'em", I'm like "nah let's buck 'em" I ain't got no time, these niggas want discussion Told her drop that ass, I ain't tryna fuck you I just bought a stripper pole I put it in my bed room Got your hoe plus several more sliding down the metal 666 off in your bitch She call my dick the devil She like "nasty baby demon", yeah that boy a rebel All that I wanted man Wanted some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Look at my product man I'm made of money man Check out my closet man Call in the contraband Fuck with the rubber bands I count a hunnid bands She see the money man She do the money dance I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide

I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Fuckin' on that bitch and I know it's wrong Wifey walked in and she found that thong She talk to my dick like an intercom Then smoke that dick up just like it's a bong I ain't gon' lie, this the realest song Head ebola, get my glisten on Trap love gettin' it and on But I know it's wrong I know that it's wrong so don't buy brick I speak to the Lord, don't ignore me White model bitch doin' cocaine Layin' her out in the hallway Double strappin' on a ratchet bitch So she don't take me to Maury Man I done lost me a classy bitch Perccy, you stand in the hallway Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Feel like I'm stuck in a maze My bitches lookin' amazed Now she is goin' so crazy She caught me cheatin' today Eyelashes all on my bed Texts I didn't erase Now she comin' at my head Thought I'd never see the day Shouldn't have never been with them other broads And now I left my girl with another scar Sometimes I take advantage just 'cause I'm a star I know it's wrong so I'm on my knees prayin' to God Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong