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Future - Pray For A Key (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Lesidney Ragland
Lesidney Ragland
Songwriter
Isaiah Devoe
Isaiah Devoe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
TooDope
TooDope
Producer

Testi

Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes Smoking green loud, grape Gushers, yeah Hangin' in the trap where I learned to hustle, yeah Flex, I done doubled up my cup Can't explain the way I grind, can't explain it (don't change up) Sold nickles, sold dime bags, now I'm famous Been posted up with the murder squad, we're all hangin' Stayed low in the cut, had to fake it 'til a nigga made it (I did) I'm the same nigga I've been, every single day, I'm gettin' faded I was gettin' it in times ten when the police raided Soon as I elevated, finessin' went elegant They can't tell I was vicious when I was treacherous I could've failed, I turned it up and went executive, yeah (Pluto) Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes Order up six hundred bottles and sixty bitches I been havin' bitches starstruck, don't get in your feelings I been countin', oh yeah, I'ma keep it a trillion (yeah) Changing up velocity because of curiosity I had to kill the cat, I'ma tell the truth Five-star bitch wearing all white and I got it (murder) Kept it true, dressed her up like a stylist (murder) Pick any car you want just like you hit the lottery (whoa, whoa) Diamonds are forever for you, yes, an eternity (whoa, whoa) Niggas can't be fucking with you, they're just like burnin' me (woo) Need a down bitch that can transport a kilo (super) I need a down bitch, purse fat like a sumo (ayy) Keep it one thousand Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church (go to church) Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes Used to pray for a key
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Isaiah Elijah Devoe, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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