Oh, oh, don't pray for love Oh, oh, say it loud Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Pray for who lost they fate and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I'm off in this club I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin' us Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been living Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich Told Chase we ain't going back, you know we gotta hitch I mean, I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit Contemplating fornicating, might as well fuck up some shit They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist But I'm just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely) If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz (just ask the lonely) It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us Oh, oh, don't pray for love Oh, oh, say it loud Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Pills (pills, pills), have you ever been through life's (through life's), challenges? Promises? Promises? (Challenges? Promises? Promises?) Get down, I'm prayin' (get down, I'm prayin') Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques Let me tell you how I turned Scott How I went down on the block Waterfall around ten o'clock And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah 'Fore a nigga had the locks (just ask the lonely) 'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch (just ask the lonely) Every time we in the party, took it up a notch Now I'm thinking 'bout this new girl, and she doing pop (oh-oh) Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box (don't pray for love) Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX (oh-oh) And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win (say it loud) Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more (just ask the lonely) I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow (just ask the lonely) And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow Pray for love No, oh, oh (woah) We don't pray for love, no more, no more (woah, woah, woah) We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton (you don't wanna see no more) We don't wanna see you on the news (no more, no more, no more, no more), all alone Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no, hm, no, no, no, no, no, no (just ask the lonely) Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no (just ask the lonely) Hm, no, no, no, no, yeah Underrated is an understatement They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid These niggas fiends watching all of my moves 'Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day I'm right here, you know where I stay And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way She like my show lights, she wanna be wifey She know that if she got me then she gon' be good for life So I pull out for the climax, faster than a hi-hat Sorry, baby, I don't play And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin' And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce Like they sell that coke, boy, shout out to the Coke Boys They never pray for us, nobody pray for us Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no Oh, oh, don't pray for love (oh, oh) Oh, oh, say it loud (oh, oh) (Just ask the lonely) Just ask the lonely, oh-oh (just ask the lonely)

Mistercap You ready again bro? Yeah! TGOD Mafia Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane Can't smoke weed to it Don't doubt this nigga I don't wanna listen to it He the truth, nigga At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin having sex, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah I've been on the phone, hell yeah Gettin' calls from home, hell yeah So I started up a bake sale, yeah They know I got all the cake, hell yeah Cookies and OG Come to my crib, we blow by the Os Kush, you already know It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it I keep a bitch gettin' stoned We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J She told me that I'm her new favorite How much do we blaze? A hundred a day Say they got the good but what the pack smell like? Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life It's incredible I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles All shit you never saw And it's all at my bake sale Roll another one, help me think well I stay with the plane I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes Let's roll up and do this shit At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah I just rolled a pound at my bake sale Bitches goin' down at my bake sale I just keep it real, I don't fake well Niggas say they on, well I can't tell I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank I often blaze an ounce a day You at my crib, it's no mistake Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters You can get it all right here at my At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Roll, roll one up Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't roll enough Get a pound, break it down, get them cones though It's goin' down, goin' down I'ma roll one up Get a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough I'm on the K, K, stoned as fuck At my bake sale yeah

Hola Me llamo Onika Wrist FRIO Pelo rosa Culo gordo (Ay Rvssian) Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah) Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat away But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs tho' Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho' Now I got 'em rocking inches now But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now Word play got 'em stepping up they pens's now Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now Shotgun and them '88 Benzes, now With my plug, I call him Pancho But I think he wants that chocha Put this pussy in his boca Make my niggas take his coca Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa In that Lamborghini rosa Yelling viva Puerto Rico All my bitches es hermosa Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!) Suavemente, frio chill-ay (Yeah) Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Phill-ay (It's lit) In the town I got the mill-ays, you know the drill-ay (Alright) Yeah, butterfly the doors Throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt You get the picture, but I'm still not with the pictures Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver Still got the basement, jumping like I'm Tigger (Straight up) Pour 'til it's muddy, blow 'til it's muggy (Yeah) But the gang goin' dummy, thumbing through hundreds (With the gang) Keep it stick like it's gummy, rap like a mummy Break the bread 'til it's crummy, eat 'til I'm chubby (Yeah) Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright) Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (Sing) Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top And then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA 200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en eBay En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca (Farru') 2 phillies, se queda bizca Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx Priority el paquete, next day vía express Del celular traqueo con el GPS Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush...

Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells all seem to say throw cares Away.christmas is here, bringing good cheer to young and old meek and the bold Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song with joyful ring all caroling one seems To hear words of good cheer from ev'rywhere filling the air oh how they Pound, raising the sound! o'er hill and dale telling their tale gaily they ring While people sing songs of good cheer christmas is here! Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas! merry, merry, merry, merry christmas! on, on they Send, on without end their joyful tone to ev'ry home.{oh yeah, repeat all above Again, and bong is really low.got it? love to help!} ding, dong Ding, dong.booooooong!