Lyrics:
Herbstreet I'ma gangsta Blood Who goan ride wit it Get cantankerous Aum down'na fight niggas I make salaat and Sing Gospel like Ty Tribbet Be in sync and vibe
to make Salaat; Try to say the Lord's Prayer But its bullets flying round, bombs bursting in the air Often times I feel my enemy is coming in disguise 85%
As-salaat-u-ala-nabi Was-salaamu-ala-rasul Wal-ambiyaa-il-mursaleen Kul-u-hum mukramoon Blessings be upon nabi Peace be upon the messenger
As-salaat-u-ala-nabi Was-salaamu-ala-rasul Wal-ambiyaa-il-mursaleen Kul-u-hum mukramoon Blessings be upon nabi Peace be upon the messenger
Et j'ai même pas d'cravate Avec les mêmes camarades J'avale toujours pas d'salade Et j'fais toujours pas d'salaat Que Dieu nous pardonne, ouais,
(One, two, three) Mashallah, Mashallah Shoutout to Mahershala All of y'all who pray salaat Don't forget about Kerbala Before days of the gram, man We
on Jumuah but can stop Salaat COVID-19 can cause the stop on the circumambulation of the Ka’ba But can stop the movement of Allah in and around our hearts
love is transcendent For them it's been years But for us it's some minutes The energy replenish Make salaat when we finish We in the books of Guinness
tout l'temps, c'est d'ma faute (la merde) C'est vrai qu'on fait du sale Pendant qu'nos darons font la salaat (ah) Ouais, chacal, tu t'laisses aller Y
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
I'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days Instead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder I still fast, make salaat, and pay
the booth a lot They gave my dawg life in the cell, he got to do salaat He say he pray five times a day, and I'm gon' scoop him out Watch me Richard on my
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators, makin' Salaat on a fox rug Black glove, hot slug for these cold women Militant like the Middle East, go
purchase pieces of the Almanac Y'all already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down and make salaat like a Muslim La ilaha illa Allah, ha la
of the Ps Makin' Salaat in the sky, PJ facin' the east If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a cure for this I don't
on watch, sure ahk- salaat tirakat Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo, that's coco mango She let her hang go,
ahk Salaat two rak'at Four to roll in extorter mode Loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo That's coco mango she let her hang go Her man said
got hit with double life bid From the stress, my head throbbing like a tumor Its one o'clock, make a salaat, I catch Jumu'ah Lay down my towel slide
nearin' the end They ain't makin' a dime Turning to crime Innocent lives, Fate (Bow) Wrappin' their lies 5am standing Fajr Salaat Open the gates, let
finna finally face my fucking fiercest fears Slippery succubus slaughters, displaced, sir Lancelot's slaves Solicit salaat salaah So me saying que sera
on the Shabbat, make salaat on the jummah I'd never starve cause I'm a plot to make the moola And I know all the measurements so that makes me a ruler Never
contemplate and perpetrate i oscillate I often reflect i gotta pray i meditate salaats no box Master crafts just like my pops Footprints lead us to the docks
some nerve I barely make salaat, barely counting my rakaats If I gave you salaams, then I probably got the curve But I don't blame you, I'm no angel
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