Say AMEN Ft. Bodega Bamz
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โฑ๏ธ 4:43 duration
๐ ID: 9847778
๐ Lyrics
Heard them niggas can't eat in your Bodega, huh?
Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
Fully loaded bam let it rip through your cranium
Papis catching bodies riding with Jose and them
They carry ammunition, blaze a dub
Just the same old mission
Light 'em up, spray at them
Cocaina and your women you done made a sin
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Just say amen (say amen)
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Just say amen
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Yo, I sold drugs cause I wanted to rebel
Mom gave enough but enough wasn't well
Prayed I'd stop, on both knees
Slow down Bobby Valentine
Before I had bars before I had a sale
I was in a cell because I made sales
Pops flipped out, still made bail
Still smoked up still coffin to the nails
And the coffin six feet
Trap Lord I'mma practice what I preach
Got a son got a nephew got a niece
In the kitchen made a cocaine feast
What the fuck you expect gotta pay rent
Burn benjamin franks on fake friends
With they hands in but they time's out
I seen dead bodies I could lie bout
All my whereabouts
Drug shit was my money route
Will I go to hell?
I ain't tryna find out
So I need forgiveness
Holy water sippin'
Holy Mary missin' in my life
In the club sippin'
Blood money spendin'
For the love of Bolivian white
Give me some advice
They never turn into salt
Them demons creep in your head
Put your soul in a coffin
I can't believe that he dead
Your soul'll be higher than Friday
With Smokey beamin with Craig
Better not sleep on the evils
Grim reaper leap in your bed
Gotta pull that nine if you gotta
Fill that body up with lead
Cause he gonna come after you
If you don't hit him in the head
Bullet hole up in your crib
Baby momma holdin' your kid
You don't want no blood on his bed
You better say you a prayer
Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
Fully loaded bam let it rip through your cranium
Papis catching bodies riding with Jose and them
They carry ammunition, blaze a dub
Just the same old mission
Light 'em up, spray at them
Cocaina and your women you done made a sin
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Just say amen (say amen)
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Just say amen
Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
Yo, I sold drugs cause I wanted to rebel
Mom gave enough but enough wasn't well
Prayed I'd stop, on both knees
Slow down Bobby Valentine
Before I had bars before I had a sale
I was in a cell because I made sales
Pops flipped out, still made bail
Still smoked up still coffin to the nails
And the coffin six feet
Trap Lord I'mma practice what I preach
Got a son got a nephew got a niece
In the kitchen made a cocaine feast
What the fuck you expect gotta pay rent
Burn benjamin franks on fake friends
With they hands in but they time's out
I seen dead bodies I could lie bout
All my whereabouts
Drug shit was my money route
Will I go to hell?
I ain't tryna find out
So I need forgiveness
Holy water sippin'
Holy Mary missin' in my life
In the club sippin'
Blood money spendin'
For the love of Bolivian white
Give me some advice
They never turn into salt
Them demons creep in your head
Put your soul in a coffin
I can't believe that he dead
Your soul'll be higher than Friday
With Smokey beamin with Craig
Better not sleep on the evils
Grim reaper leap in your bed
Gotta pull that nine if you gotta
Fill that body up with lead
Cause he gonna come after you
If you don't hit him in the head
Bullet hole up in your crib
Baby momma holdin' your kid
You don't want no blood on his bed
You better say you a prayer
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:29.71] Heard them niggas can't eat in your Bodega, huh?
[00:33.32] Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
[00:36.92] Fully loaded bam let it rip through your cranium
[00:40.40] Papis catching bodies riding with Jose and them
[00:44.29] They carry ammunition, blaze a dub
[00:48.16] Just the same old mission
[00:50.06] Light 'em up, spray at them
[00:51.64] Cocaina and your women you done made a sin
[00:55.21] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[00:57.37] Just say amen (say amen)
[01:02.81] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[01:05.12] Just say amen
[01:10.05] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[01:12.54] Yo, I sold drugs cause I wanted to rebel
[01:15.21] Mom gave enough but enough wasn't well
[01:16.95] Prayed I'd stop, on both knees
[01:19.48] Slow down Bobby Valentine
[01:20.93] Before I had bars before I had a sale
[01:22.86] I was in a cell because I made sales
[01:24.75] Pops flipped out, still made bail
[01:26.59] Still smoked up still coffin to the nails
[01:28.32] And the coffin six feet
[01:29.76] Trap Lord I'mma practice what I preach
[01:31.17] Got a son got a nephew got a niece
[01:32.95] In the kitchen made a cocaine feast
[01:34.86] What the fuck you expect gotta pay rent
[01:36.80] Burn benjamin franks on fake friends
[01:38.77] With they hands in but they time's out
[01:40.63] I seen dead bodies I could lie bout
[01:41.40] All my whereabouts
[01:43.47] Drug shit was my money route
[01:44.85] Will I go to hell?
[01:45.72] I ain't tryna find out
[01:46.80] So I need forgiveness
[01:47.65] Holy water sippin'
[01:48.61] Holy Mary missin' in my life
[01:49.47] In the club sippin'
[01:51.41] Blood money spendin'
[01:52.26] For the love of Bolivian white
[01:53.98] Give me some advice
[01:56.59] They never turn into salt
[02:42.27] Them demons creep in your head
[02:45.30] Put your soul in a coffin
[02:47.13] I can't believe that he dead
[02:49.11] Your soul'll be higher than Friday
[02:51.71] With Smokey beamin with Craig
[02:52.78] Better not sleep on the evils
[02:54.40] Grim reaper leap in your bed
[02:56.15] Gotta pull that nine if you gotta
[02:58.15] Fill that body up with lead
[02:59.95] Cause he gonna come after you
[03:02.05] If you don't hit him in the head
[03:03.78] Bullet hole up in your crib
[03:05.62] Baby momma holdin' your kid
[03:07.42] You don't want no blood on his bed
[03:09.43] You better say you a prayer
[04:14.38]
[00:33.32] Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
[00:36.92] Fully loaded bam let it rip through your cranium
[00:40.40] Papis catching bodies riding with Jose and them
[00:44.29] They carry ammunition, blaze a dub
[00:48.16] Just the same old mission
[00:50.06] Light 'em up, spray at them
[00:51.64] Cocaina and your women you done made a sin
[00:55.21] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[00:57.37] Just say amen (say amen)
[01:02.81] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[01:05.12] Just say amen
[01:10.05] Trap lord'll forgive a nigga
[01:12.54] Yo, I sold drugs cause I wanted to rebel
[01:15.21] Mom gave enough but enough wasn't well
[01:16.95] Prayed I'd stop, on both knees
[01:19.48] Slow down Bobby Valentine
[01:20.93] Before I had bars before I had a sale
[01:22.86] I was in a cell because I made sales
[01:24.75] Pops flipped out, still made bail
[01:26.59] Still smoked up still coffin to the nails
[01:28.32] And the coffin six feet
[01:29.76] Trap Lord I'mma practice what I preach
[01:31.17] Got a son got a nephew got a niece
[01:32.95] In the kitchen made a cocaine feast
[01:34.86] What the fuck you expect gotta pay rent
[01:36.80] Burn benjamin franks on fake friends
[01:38.77] With they hands in but they time's out
[01:40.63] I seen dead bodies I could lie bout
[01:41.40] All my whereabouts
[01:43.47] Drug shit was my money route
[01:44.85] Will I go to hell?
[01:45.72] I ain't tryna find out
[01:46.80] So I need forgiveness
[01:47.65] Holy water sippin'
[01:48.61] Holy Mary missin' in my life
[01:49.47] In the club sippin'
[01:51.41] Blood money spendin'
[01:52.26] For the love of Bolivian white
[01:53.98] Give me some advice
[01:56.59] They never turn into salt
[02:42.27] Them demons creep in your head
[02:45.30] Put your soul in a coffin
[02:47.13] I can't believe that he dead
[02:49.11] Your soul'll be higher than Friday
[02:51.71] With Smokey beamin with Craig
[02:52.78] Better not sleep on the evils
[02:54.40] Grim reaper leap in your bed
[02:56.15] Gotta pull that nine if you gotta
[02:58.15] Fill that body up with lead
[02:59.95] Cause he gonna come after you
[03:02.05] If you don't hit him in the head
[03:03.78] Bullet hole up in your crib
[03:05.62] Baby momma holdin' your kid
[03:07.42] You don't want no blood on his bed
[03:09.43] You better say you a prayer
[04:14.38]