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Momma pray for me with the olive oil Momma pray for me with the olive oil Uh Leave your hand up off my wheel, no, no Don't need no chauffeur Handle on the drive I Kyrie the notion I don't need yo two cents Keep that in your loafers Turn powder into milk The bed to a sofa Syrup with the Wonder bread Praying to Jehovah Water with the lemon drops held a nigga over Wet dreaming of being in chocha Day dreaming of being older watching Arnold, Gerard and Olga Before the focus Before life approached us Niggas have the glow in a world full of [?] Divinely selected Unaware I'm chosen Delayed by my collar bone The weight on my shoulder Baptized in Creatine, I wait in the water Momma insufficient funds, late at the alter Letras de cancionesOlive oil when she prayed for us, God Phone off but I still can't stray from the Lord, no, no My momma prayed for me When I couldn't pray for myself, my momma prayed for me (momma prayed, momma prayed) When I couldn't find no one else, my momma prayed for me (my momma prayed, momma prayed) Oh ho, y'all better be glad my momma prayed for me (my momma) You better pray I have mercy on you Either weren't enough oil or momma didn't pray that good I took a toke and saw the demons in an old backwood Ain't no rhythm dancing with devils with a long flat foot And two left feet Cuffing hearts with intent to cardiac arrest me Condemned but you bless me On the road with the one above, y'all would detest me Use my name just to press my buttons, they love to oppress me Luke Cage to the hatred, endured durable passion passive The fact that my flesh weak Depressed, but the best me on the way now Pray to the lord like shuttles [?] the rain down Took a lot of Ls, my Allen keys open doors More rays than Flanagan, son slept on but they wake now Double minded men unstable in all their ways Spread hate then sing praise, too phony, y'all Kevin Gates, whoa Olive oil kept the legion away And the worst situation brought the best out of me My momma prayed for me When I couldn't pray for myself, my momma prayed for me (momma prayed, momma prayed) When I couldn't find no one else, my momma prayed for me (my momma prayed, momma prayed) Oh ho, y'all better be glad my momma prayed for me (my momma) You better pray I have mercy on you (my momma prayed) Jeremiah 29:11 on my chest A permanent reminder that he's ordering my steps, he took the light in me then put this slight in me Magnetic pull to my virtues in this vice city And while it's big to pop a nigga for acting shifty I shimmy out the way to be portrayed as a modern Diddy (wow) Exorcising demons, been tired [?] to ensure y'all feel me Through the speakers, 'fore the reaper come get me You don't like me it's cool Blame God, he sent me In the valley of death, I still manage to be a Lily I managed to make him proud without this pride in me The tools I needed to open doors was pried in me Everything time I see olive oil, I'm reminded of sacrifices Every time card momma punched to put the time in Every syrup sandwich that stuck to my stomach lining The water with lemon lime Every odd to my momma plight, dear God My momma prayed for me When I couldn't pray for myself, my momma prayed for me When I couldn't find no one else, my momma prayed for me Oh ho, y'all better be glad my momma prayed for me From Letras Mania