Prada (Chasin Butterflies)

I'm chasin butterflies

Versace, Gucci
E chick ki si ta gusta prada
No placa, no pussy
Mi sa mi sa papia kaka
Yeah mambo, mi dushi
Give bo un flor y un buki
Treat bo some kentucky
Fried chicken & sushi
You live too damn far
Guess I am too late
Met you at a bar
I still see your face
Flexing like you too good for me
Bitch You know I'm too good for you
I'm still stepping on the plate
Yeah you sitting on my face eyy

I'm chasin butterflies

Lola, she sips on her cola
Straws no plastic for her
She go loco for love
Got no room in the backseat
Got no kids in the frontseat nah
Come back when I'm the best me
She living in the backseat yeah

I ain't touching your voodoo
No my cries they smile in your Zulu
No hellos when you die
No more fufu
Big smile no lie when you speak to
Excite, gonna write this letter to
The ones who left
Peace and rest to
Grandma, cousins, and my pops too
No kites don't fly
They just run to

Be nice to
I pretend I'm nice
Just to spite you
Send a message to the boy that has no clue
Tongue twist I mess up my feng sue
Sentimental when I got to be resting
Cincuenta calling me
Que que?
Dushi
I ain't part of your checklist
Your checklist
What?



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Ricao
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