I got Prada bags on me
I could be yo' dad homie
Got that Goyard bag on me
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
He be talkin crazy pullin' out my heater
I don't give a f*ck I block her then delete her
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a eater
Bitch you know I'm rollin' dope and pourin' drank
Hotboxxin' the crib she tellin' me it stank
She gon' pull up cause' she tryna scope the scene
She gon' pull up and she see that I'm the scene
Got like 30 rounds up in my magazine
I might hook that nigga like Abdullah Kareem
And these niggas just be actin' Charlie Sheen
I'm tryna rock out, puttin' oxy in my spleen
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein
(I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein)
I got Prada bags on me
I could be yo' dad homie
See me in the telly now she tryna get that bag on me
See me in the city they was hatin' they like why you sag homie
Now I'm up I got that bag homie
I just flew to Paris, medication in my bag homie
Up in CDG you know Im lightin' up my fag homie
Brand new ARP I got some drank up in my Faygo
(In my Faygo)
Vetra (Елена Давидович) - prada bags Lyrics
Vetra (Елена Давидович) - prada bags Lyrics
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I got Prada bags on me
I could be yo' dad homie
Got that Goyard bag on me
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
He be talkin crazy pullin' out my heater
I don't give a f*ck I block her then delete her
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a eater
Bitch you know I'm rollin' dope and pourin' drank
Hotboxxin' the crib she tellin' me it stank
She gon' pull up cause' she tryna scope the scene
She gon' pull up and she see that I'm the scene
Got like 30 rounds up in my magazine
I might hook that nigga like Abdullah Kareem
And these niggas just be actin' Charlie Sheen
I'm tryna rock out, puttin' oxy in my spleen
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein
(I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein)
I got Prada bags on me
I could be yo' dad homie
See me in the telly now she tryna get that bag on me
See me in the city they was hatin' they like why you sag homie
Now I'm up I got that bag homie
I just flew to Paris, medication in my bag homie
Up in CDG you know Im lightin' up my fag homie
Brand new ARP I got some drank up in my Faygo
(In my Faygo)
I could be yo' dad homie
Got that Goyard bag on me
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
Bitch I'm rollin' dope in a 2 seater
He be talkin crazy pullin' out my heater
I don't give a f*ck I block her then delete her
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a eater
Bitch you know I'm rollin' dope and pourin' drank
Hotboxxin' the crib she tellin' me it stank
She gon' pull up cause' she tryna scope the scene
She gon' pull up and she see that I'm the scene
Got like 30 rounds up in my magazine
I might hook that nigga like Abdullah Kareem
And these niggas just be actin' Charlie Sheen
I'm tryna rock out, puttin' oxy in my spleen
I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein
(I can't love that hoe cause' she ain't nothin' but a fein)
I got Prada bags on me
I could be yo' dad homie
See me in the telly now she tryna get that bag on me
See me in the city they was hatin' they like why you sag homie
Now I'm up I got that bag homie
I just flew to Paris, medication in my bag homie
Up in CDG you know Im lightin' up my fag homie
Brand new ARP I got some drank up in my Faygo
(In my Faygo)
Writer: punchmade vez
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