letra de prada - matblaq
[chorus]
the way she use her tongue, it got me yellin’ out ooh
now watch me flip her over, eat that p-ssy like soup
f-ckin’ in the uber, we ain’t waitin’ for the room
she like the way i pull up (me and my guys) looking fly with the crew
me and my guys, we pull up, designer
flashy products, pull up in prada
she want d-ck, that b-tch want my ’nana
keep my stick, i keep me a shotta
[verse 1]
spanish b-tch, she screaming “te amo!”
she on d-ck, she going wherever i go
no
i cannot f-ck with a b-tch that follows
side note, f-cked her now, so can’t f-ck her tomorrow
we pull up with thеm sticks, my n-ggas shoot you with the hollow
you talkin’ h-lla sh-t, my n-ggas move whеrever i go
and she just wanna f-ck me, ’cause i’m in that murcielago
and yo’ b-tch want me, got my lyrics in her bio
moving her waist side to side, how she wine
keep it lowkey gyal, don’t post it online
she f-ck with me, ’cause she know i’m a vibe
smoking that weed, said that sh-t got me high
oh i
[chorus]
the way she use her tongue, it got me yellin’ out ooh
now watch me flip her over, eat that p-ssy like soup
f-ckin’ in the uber, we ain’t waitin’ for the room
she like the way i pull up (me and my guys) looking fly with the crew
me and my guys, we pull up, designer
flashy products, pull up in prada
she want d-ck, that b-tch want my ‘nana
keep my stick (aye, aye), i keep me a shotta
[verse 2]
i said, flood my wrist up
i filled it with baguettes
she gon’ slurp that d-ck up
only if i let her
got a new bentley truck
bentayga lookin’ special
she gon’ f-ck me, ’cause i said so
crystal, diamonds on my bezel
she f-ckin’ with me, ’cause she said, she see something special in me
always keep a beam, i’m always ridin’ with some artillery
always keep a strap, never lack, ain’t no p-ssy in me
whole town on my back, that’s a fact, ain’t no one steppin’ to me
always keep it a stack, never cap, ’cause i don’t play these games
when i hit mil, buy the whole mxl a chain
baguettes on my wrist plus the drip, look like some thunder, rain
i’ma move like this, ’til i end up in my f-ckin’ grave
[chorus]
the way she use her tongue, it got me yellin’ out ooh
now watch me flip her over, eat that p-ssy like soup
f-ckin’ in the uber, we ain’t waitin’ for the room
she like the way i pull up (me and my guys) looking fly with the crew
me and my guys, we pull up, designer
flashy products, pull up in prada
she want d-ck, that b-tch want my ‘nana
keep my stick, i keep me a shotta
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