Prada! Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Let's go

Let's go

Yeah

Yeah

Rick Owen

Rick owens on

Rick owens on

My money strong as shit

Yo money soft as a lamb

Crash dummy smoke ya quick

And then he pull off inna ram

Yeah they run the town

Yeah they run the town

Then hit up the city and get hit wit the RARA

Then call up my shottas

Then tie up ya mama

Stay wit the clippers like barbers

My Nina in need of a robber

My niggas like dogs onna collar

Find a lil problem gon solve it

She Say I'm way 2 geeked for this shit

And swear I been addicted to molly

Sorry it's not even molly

I swear I been addicted to roxy

I luv how you tell me I copy

Knowing I can't even copy

Baby just hop in this G - wagon she just gon slurp me like pasta

Catchin charges on the phone

I'm hearing tears from my mama

I'm doing better now mama

Yo thottie give me that neck like a lama

Ion even want that lame ass bitch hadda kick her off the roster

Lil Jack boy running get hit in his mata

He thought he was bout it he need him a Oscar

I'm stepping in Louis I need me some prada