Prada You

Momma told me to drop all the dead weight
Told her I don't want nun but a dead face
And the bitches ain't nun but a headache
And these niggas ain't nun but a fed case
Bitch sound crazy I don't wanna eat you
Don't wanna link up don't wanna meet you
If they can't get the knocks in the club they gone beat you
She say these niggas envy cause they wanna be you
They ain't proud of me these niggas hate us
She wanna fuck now but she used to play us
Left my ex bitch alone cause she hit with no makeup
Sending threats thru the phone nigga prolly won't wake up
He keep saying he hard but that shit wack
Why these niggas post hoes that I been had
Why he got a ski on with his bitch ass
Know he praying that he get his bitch back
Brought a blick I know he ain't gone use it
Brought a rubber I prolly won't use it
Say it's smoke boy I ain't even zooted
Better cherish yo life fore you lose it
Ain't no free feats I don't care bout the music
Oh we beefing now cause I ain't do it
I got money now so bitches choosing
Oh now they wanna fuck with the movement
If you broke you shouldn't have shit to say
Boy they just put my picture in chase
Need to come get yo hoe out my face
Fore I fuck around beat up her face
She beat up my dm I keep that shit player
I poured up two fours man I feel like a laker
If she don't give head off the rip I'm a trader
Ima beat her back in and then dip won't sedate her
And won't ever date her I know how the game go
He ain't keeping shit P that boy trip bout the same hoe
Like I ain't got gas in this car I just can't go
Ima take off the doors on the jeep when Durango
My diamonds be dancing and shit they gone tango
I know niggas who dropping some shit when I say so
With my catholic bitch stuffing dick in her a hole
And ya boyfriend a bitch nigga sweeter than mangos
Hella chains round my neck like I'm jango
My new cougar bitch look like JLo
And i just dropped a duece in the faygo
I'm a demon still giving out a halos
Put my name in a song better lay low
Ima take off his face now the case closed
This white girl broke my scale I don't rate hoes
This that shit that they putting up they nose
Talm bout Bobby and Whitney
Lotta shots in the car leave you way more than tipsy
I'm still with my brothers don't care who ain't with me
And I just fucked his hoe I ain't give her penny
We put niggas on headlines when they start dissing

I need it all I can't go for a bargain
I hit his hoe got dancing like a Carlton
Let me find out he move funny like Martin
I'll put his face on box and carton
And shordy told me that she proud of me
Said you worked for this this were you oughta be
And she love me cause I'm where the dollars be
Shawty unfollowed me still wanna swallow me
My pops say he proud of me he in the can
Honestly prolly won't get out again
Honestly they don't want smoke they just fans
Brodie told me he proud of me shout out my man's



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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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