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Prada Me Lyrics - Artist : FMB DZ
[FMB DZ:]
(Getta Beats) A whole lotta whoop shit The biggest whoop Woke up wearin' all designer, this shit mismatched Run off on the plug, he keep callin' for his shit back It's gon' be a cold day in hell before he get that Got fifty thousand on me, fuck around and buy a Hellcat And if a nigga say I took somethin' from him, then he owed me My fans on my ass, just tell 'em they didn't want the old me We caught him in the hood and we put thirty in his oldie My young nigga'll pull that bitch from deep, he shoot like Kobe I'm in foreign with a quarter tank and I'm sippin' drank Got two thousand hundreds in the bag, I just left the bank What I'm smokin' on, I don't know, it come from House of Dank They got brodie locked behind the walls, he just bought a shank Any nigga disrespect the mob got a price to pay We pull up, niggas better duck, 'cause we take lives away Catch an opp, we gon' celebrate like it's a holiday Pull a skit, get a nigga hit, I know they tired of me Skeeze my baby, pulled me to the side and said he proud of me Fuck a stylist, I just walk in Neimans, tell 'em, "Prada me" I been winnin', I been spendin' like I hit the lottery I can't bring my niggas 'round 'cause it's gon' be a robbery [Nuk:] I'm used to poppin' big seals, I had to quit my drank Say I'm trappin' in some big hills, boy, you can't find my place We be in this shit for real, boy, and we don't fake Swear these niggas just like Meek Mills, hope we don't pull no Drake My niggas know I'm in this shit for real, but proud of how I rap My bitches know I'm in this shit for real, they proud of how I trap Only jail time, we don't get no tickets from police Belaire, but I box him like an '84 Caprice You be sack-chasin' in the club, bitch, I call that finishin' Before you coppers try to put me down, I go down like I'm Blizzard I'm a full trap nigga, told 'em that's my archetype You won't see me tuck my jewelry, who said I can't walk at night? Bitch, I'm tryna get my groove, you know my nigga Skub I'm like John Wayne, get in disguise before I hit my move Me and brodie, we like Shmurda and Rowdy, DOAs in all the homis Bro like Clark Kent, get in disguise before he catch that body Bitch, I make the bag Shakespeare, but I don't know no Hamlet Told the boys we ain't gon' celebrate when we blow out they candles Hit him high, he feelin' like a king, Marvin Bagley Told my boys we ain't gon' celebrate, we just gon' bag him |
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