prophet ft. vill!^ Lyrics

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Yea I only smoke on reefa

Bad ass hoe she love celine

No I don't wanna talk to people

But that hoe wanna talk to me

Everyday a shopping spree

You don't know nun about NV

I only talk to God

Yea a prophet yea thats me

Love balenciaga jeans

Damn that hoe so proud of me

Told her I'm so proud of you

I'm so proud I got God on my team

I wake up when they all go to sleep

Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep

Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy

Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy

Damn that lil hoe just want her a freak

Damn that lil hoe just want to go geek

She look at me like "wake up nv"

But I will not wake up for no freak

Ain't cuffing no freak

Let a bad bitch wake up on the streets

I ain't talking for free

Only talking money

Only talking pesos

I done fucked on that hoe

I done fucked on that bitch

Had the hoe at my show

I'm a real prophet

Whatever I say is gone go

I ain't writing this shit

All this shit yea it come off the dome

Bad ass bitch she gone cum off my bone

Fuck these niggas no I ain't no clone

Smoke a zip and then I make a song

We'll be up one day yea we are building Rome

I'm not coming back home

On God I'm not coming back home

I'm already going

And I got hella shit I can show

All the shit I can show

808 hitting lil bro

808 hitting harder than my Percocet

I flexed on so many niggas now they upset

I got so much money round me but still upset

My pockets so full they making yo bitch depressed

Bitch, I'm up on the runway

Tell these pussy niggas I'm with the gunplay

They mad that I run it up , I got the racks

Run it up, I fuck ya bitch, I blow her back

Huh, I don't know how I did this shit

Fucking up a bag, yes I fuck up the check

Yall niggas so poor that shit boring to me

Pouring colors yall ain't seen inside of my drink

Fuck, baby im too high, it is hard to think

Fur all on my clothing, I'm covered in mink

Designer drugs, all in the sink

And I fit up, my body, It's full of Celine

Huh, I gotta do it myself

Huh, balenciaga on my belt

Huh, I fucking hate myself

But they all tell me they wishing me well

Yea I only smoke on reefa

Bad ass hoe she love celine

No I don't wanna talk to people

But that hoe wanna talk to me

Everyday a shopping spree

You don't know nun about NV

I only talk to God

Yea a prophet yea thats me

Love balenciaga jeans

Damn that hoe so proud of me

Told her I'm so proud of you

I'm so proud I got God on my team

I wake up when they all go to sleep

Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep