White-Tee

Nigga they pay that fee
In my DM's
Won't get off my dick (oh God)

Bitch she acting, she ain't bad (huh)
With my mans
We going fuck on them tens

Thoughts about getting me a wifey (oh god)
They don't like me (Prada)
Gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
But I'm shining

I hear, these niggas they pussy
They scared now (oh yeah)
Do none of the jail time

Fila shoes
White tee
Black pants
Condom more rubber than Vans

I call my bitch Bill, she kills (yeah)
Money tall like shaq O'neal (oh God)

I'm in that black puma, with my nigga Sartre
We see you main (Prada), we stroke her (huh)
I'm in my prada baby (oh God)
Prada lady
Prada family

The type to mess with her ex
While I'm on to my next
That's a flex (yeah)

I hear these niggas they cap a lot
Ain't no Polo G, but really live what i rap about
Momma don't like that I swear in my music
But you know ain't no switching up (no switching up)

Too many favours I've done for these nigga (on God)
Ain't no paying with these nigga
Damn, I really be flexing on these nigga (yeah)
I be testing these niggas

Don't like to carry money little nigga
But you know I got little nigga, yeah (Prada, Prada, Prada, Prada)
You know Prada will never be broke
That's why they hiding they bitches

Nigga they pay that fee
In my DMs
Won't get off my dick (oh God)

Bitch she be acting, She ain't bad (huh)
With my mans
We go fuck on them tens

Thoughts about getting me a wifey (on God)
They don't like me (Prada)
Gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
But I'm shining

I hear these niggas, they pussy
They scared now (oh Yeah)
Do none of that jail time

Fila shoes (Prada)
White tee (Prada)
Black pants (Prada)
Condom more rubber than Vans (Prada)

My bitch a alien, no stallion
Always packing gas
Just like a station

Local whip, spaceship, space rims
Got that thing on my hip
So when I'm rapping, little I'm packing heat

I fuck that bitch, than I leave
Little momma, I'm just doing me
New number on my phone every week

Gold chain, gold ring
I met her yesterday
She calling us, "Us", ouuwee

One moment you here, one moment you gone
That's the way of life, in these streets
The clothes that you wear going in

The same clothes you wear going out
That's the way of life

Nigga they pay me that fee
In my DMs
Won't get off my dick (oh God)

Bitch she acting, she ain't bad (huh)
With my mans
We going fuck on them tens

Thoughts about getting me wifey (on God)
They don't like me (Prada)
Gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
But I'm shining

I hear these niggas, they pussy
They scared now (oh yeah)
Do none of the jail time

Fila shoes
White tee
Black pants
Condom more rubber than Vans



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Writer(s): 21 Prada, Beyond.sartre
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