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Prey Video (MV)




Performed By: Taizu
Length: 1:36
Written by: Manan Pandya
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Taizu - Prey Lyrics




Alotta, side commentary
Tryna be the honorary
Bitch ain't even writing they just fakin' It like Tyler Perry
I just flood my senses like it's Moses with Apothecary
Rip the chapters out of john and roll it up with Lots of Mary
Virgin scary fresh
On my very best
Prolly carin' less
Check the hairy chest
If you dare to test
Truth is I impress
Open close with heat
I should iron less
I kill jack and take his bean stock, man I make a giant mess
They can yell at me for anything except for silence
I'm wylen'
While you strung out like violins
I call you out then dial in
My circle small an island
We never talk retiring
Only how high in the sky we in
Only now flier than pilots
And you know iMac like an iOs
Yeah my threads been fresh since my stylist
Yeah I roll with a pack of Coyotes
Yeah my flow ice cold like cryogen
Never get pissed off you try yo' shit
Yeah I'm tireless
Spit flames like my stomach is a fire pit
I'mo die on this
Never lie till I lie in the eye of it

Spit yo game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' flight, LA trip
Take some pics, I gotta like one
Grab some bud, I gotta light one
Hit that stu, I gotta type one
Talk that talk I never bite tongue
Our situation is a tight one
Whatchu wanna do? Write or run?
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Alotta, side commentary
Tryna be the honorary
Bitch ain't even writing they just fakin' It like Tyler Perry
I just flood my senses like it's Moses with Apothecary
Rip the chapters out of john and roll it up with Lots of Mary
Virgin scary fresh
On my very best
Prolly carin' less
Check the hairy chest
If you dare to test
Truth is I impress
Open close with heat
I should iron less
I kill jack and take his bean stock, man I make a giant mess
They can yell at me for anything except for silence
I'm wylen'
While you strung out like violins
I call you out then dial in
My circle small an island
We never talk retiring
Only how high in the sky we in
Only now flier than pilots
And you know iMac like an iOs
Yeah my threads been fresh since my stylist
Yeah I roll with a pack of Coyotes
Yeah my flow ice cold like cryogen
Never get pissed off you try yo' shit
Yeah I'm tireless
Spit flames like my stomach is a fire pit
I'mo die on this
Never lie till I lie in the eye of it

Spit yo game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' flight, LA trip
Take some pics, I gotta like one
Grab some bud, I gotta light one
Hit that stu, I gotta type one
Talk that talk I never bite tongue
Our situation is a tight one
Whatchu wanna do? Write or run?
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Writer: Manan Pandya
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