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Prada Me

 

Prada Me

(album: Hardwood Classic - 2020)


Bitch, I'm Franchise, the basketballer who they gotta see
I can't take my old bitch back until she says she proud of me
I ain't never moving from my city, nigga, I'm too deep in the streets
Nigga, you a crash dummy, I don't care when you slide
Ain't no masks needed, we want credit this time
I can't even lie, it fuck me up you still alive
I'd pay like twenty K just to find out where y'all hide
Don't let us catch you with your pants down, all Amiri on my pants now
I know you ain't mean to crash but you was driving with your head down
Nigga, it's a switch on all our choppers and they hundred rounds
I'ma keep that shit a hundred, nigga, even when we walking down
I just left Revive, my white girl at Lululemon
That nigga got a foul mouth, I promise we gon' shoot him in it
Everybody was just rich, did y'all save it or y'all spent it?
I promise it's gon' hit my phone when that store get a new shipment
Steak and lamb for my appetite, I'm rich, I ain't actin nice
I promise when I hear the news about you, I'ma drink a pint
I keep rolling, rolling, rolling like I'm Tay-K when he had the bike
I hate her nigga, be calling her phone when she spend the night
This 'Wood a three-five, you can't smoke with me
Niggas really fans, they just want a pic' with me
This chop go fa-fa-fa, to me, that's A-B-C
I throw up a F and then throw up a C

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