letra de prada - yvngxchris
lyrics from snippets
[intro]
b-tch, yeah ([?])
[verse]
prada and gucci, it don’t go together
got a mac-10, i use the glock ’cause it’s better
[?], might spend a bag on margiela
[?] push shots at his temple
if he tellin’ [?] my boy finna get him, and we gonna stretch ’em
i could tell that n-gga was a p-ssy from the first day i met him
and i got the number nine, it’s on my denim
if the n-gga talk down, we gon’ end him
oh yeah, i could tell that n-gga p-ssy (huh?)
i just might hit his ass with that bl!cky (okay)
and i’m givin’ out [?]
back then, i was broke, he was not f-ckin’ with me (okay)
and i would get high to the ceiling
and now i be f-ckin’ on beautiful women
like god d-mn, what the f-ck i be doing?
i’m smart, man, but on the beat, i go stupid
my white plug love [?]
white plug can’t stop listening to rock music
hit him with the stick, tell a n-gga what he not doin’
n-gga talk down, [?], put the glock to it
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