letra de prada - quankk
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
li-like rada-rada, prada prada
you don’t want no f-cking drama
slaughter, slaughter, take your daughter, yeah
he like, rada-rada, prada prada
you don’t want no f-cking drama, yeah
wait (oh sh-t, here we go again!)
[verse]
i’m sending shots at your clique (pah, pah, pah)
no i never, never miss (raah-rah)
you kiss her, then she sucking d-ck
you n-ggas make me f-cking sick
like i treat your mans, like a b-tch
tell that n-gga, don’t want sh-t
she riding d-ck like rip-stick
oh my god, she love this d-ck
like, ah sh-t, ah sh-t, here we go again
yeah, they talking stuff, i don’t talk enough
your b-tch, she like it, f-ck it rough
like, “please come get your f-cking sl-t”
hit my line, she want to f-ck
i treat your b-tch, like f-cking scum
beat that ass, she drinking cum
[hook]
like rada-rada, prada prada
you don’t want no f-cking drama
slaughter, slaughter, take your daughter
you don’t want no f-cking drama cause
i’mma big d-ck, take your mama
i just want my f-cking commas
big smoke, f-ck your [?]
oh my god, he want no drama
[verse 2]
yeah, i’ll see you in the [?] of life
[?] pistols, i don’t ever fight
take your b-tch, i just might
you a b-tch without the bite
talkin’ sh-t like, “what you ’bout?”
throw your b-tch, i got the clout
in the p-ssy, till’ she screaming, shout
like, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
p-ssy no, you not hard
walk you down a graveyard
10 shots out this ar
soundcloud no more f-cking rockstar
like, “oh my god, you pop bars?”
like, “oh my god, foreign cars”
[verse 3]
wait, not the f-cking lean
pull up with my f-cking beam
triple 6, my f-cking team
we do it by like any means
like, okay we f-cking
your b-tch said, “you nothing”
like, oh my god, i’m stunting
i just want to f-ck, yeah
k!ll
your b-tch said, i’m real
oh my god, i love these pills
i do it for the [?], i’m from the underground
so, f-ck it do
i cop a 4, and rip the seal
i cop a 5, and pop the opps
i grew up with my moms, so i’m screaming for my pops, yeah
[hook]
like rada-rada, prada prada
you don’t want no f-cking drama
slaughter, slaughter, take your daughter
you don’t want no f-cking drama cause
i’mma big d-ck, take your mama
i just want my f-cking commas
big smoke, f-ck your [?]
oh my god, he want no drama
like rada-rada, prada prada
you don’t want no f-cking drama
slaughter, slaughter, take your daughter
you don’t want no f-cking drama
i’mma big d-ck, take your mama
i just want my f-cking commas
big smoke, f-ck your [?]
oh my god, he want no drama
[outro]
yeah, like i f-cking told y’all n-ggas man, it’s f-cking no lives matter
is the clique, 666, suck my f-cking d-ck, all that sh-t, yeah, yeah
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