Prada Boy
Thought I was all alone
But I hear whispers and noise
Heard the steps gettin' louder
I think someones in my home
Blood stains on the floor
And I see cracks on the wall
Angel on my right shoulder
But I never right any wrongs
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin' on the board
No we don't talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
The devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
She wanna dance with Yama for a Prada purse
All she want's commas now, she like jewels
She used to like frescos, and go to church
'Til she met LE SINNER, and got bored
They tried to scare the crows
But I like whisky and the whores
Mona Lisa, Da Vinci
She moan, I record
Now she a long way from home
And she ain't like other girls
She ain't lookin' for a father
She want a Prada purse
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin on the board
No we dont talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
The devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin on the board
No we dont talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
But I hear whispers and noise
Heard the steps gettin' louder
I think someones in my home
Blood stains on the floor
And I see cracks on the wall
Angel on my right shoulder
But I never right any wrongs
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin' on the board
No we don't talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
The devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
She wanna dance with Yama for a Prada purse
All she want's commas now, she like jewels
She used to like frescos, and go to church
'Til she met LE SINNER, and got bored
They tried to scare the crows
But I like whisky and the whores
Mona Lisa, Da Vinci
She moan, I record
Now she a long way from home
And she ain't like other girls
She ain't lookin' for a father
She want a Prada purse
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin on the board
No we dont talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
And I'm a Prada boy
The devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
She wash her sins on the pole
But it lays in her soul
Red is her favorite color
And I like horns on my toys
Six figures sittin on the board
No we dont talk to the lord
'Cause the devil wears Prada
And I'm a Prada boy
Credits
Writer(s): Sina Tayefi, Amiin Aden Bihi
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