letra de the devil don't wear prada i'm in raf (dinesstro) - nascar aloe
[chorus]
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
[verse 1]
lil’ beat, want it from the back
grim reap’ point longer than a scythe
margiela, didn’t even see the price
can’t wife, she bendin’ over for the pipe
got a stiff glock, aim it at your bottom lip
talkin’ sh-t, make it blast, buddy, rocket ship
keep it movin’ if i ain’t gonna be profiting
my b-tch vogue, your hoe ig, think she modelin’
put myself in helmut lang, that’s something slidy
bad yellow bone, look like aphrodite
your b-tch wear a wig, so i call her miley
ex b-tch hit my line, i said i don’t speak chinese
run in that bih and they starin’
i’ll f-ck your sister in front of your parents
vivienne west is all that i’m wearing, tryna be living in paris
feel like sid vicious, she grab my d-ck, now i’m granting her wishes
she l1ck on my d-ck and she said it’s delicious
run from that b-tch like olympics
[chorus]
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
[verse 2]
bling blow, ben baller
i been whippin’ [???], you still whippin’ impala
shawty do a split in my lap for them dollars
fur coat always on me, it get hotter than a sauna
smoke a ‘port in your bed after i f-ck your wife
catholic thotty giving sloppy, i’m the antichrist
do a show then f-ck a hoe, that’s me and xanny’s life
i walk in smelling like christian, she need panty wipes
the devil don’t wear prada, i’m in raf
wala in the back, hit it from the back
her ribs finna collapse
can i get a hand with all these shopping bags
just walk in there and swipe
i don’t pay mind to the tags, cause i’m
getting the dough, you ain’t with the tempo
you is a hoe, you are not kinfolk
tell ’em be quiet, like decrescendo
rolling that loud pack, can somebody hand me a zippo?
[chorus]
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
in new york i did a show
hoe i’m cold like minnesota
leave her broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
yeah, my eyes low, how did you know i was a smoker?
f-ck the 5-0, b-tch i’m never going sober
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