Crying In Prada
Maybe I get my shit, hit the road
I ain't come back down to Earth for show
Smoke my heart, put that shit in the dope
Can't keep going back and forth wit hoes
(Honestly, honestly, honestly)
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
Sick to my head all the way to my stomach, this bitch is disgusting
Stick to the head if you just gon keep talking, this subject too touchy
Yo mama had seen me and said that I'm handsome, this slut wanna fuck me
Red Supreme switchblade last year I had cut with, can't die like no lame
Yo daughter had smelled like my weed when she went home, yo BM my favorite
I left a praise dancer right in front of Magic, yo ten-percent, shake it
I try more harder to hit this lil roach than I try to stay wit ya
Hoes hit me body just like Saint Sebastian, they think it's for pictures
Time after time I forgot how to breathe but that still ain't the problem
You draw the line, and then I draw the blood now we Crying In Prada
Maybe I get my shit, hit the road
I ain't come back down to Earth for show
Smoke my heart, put that shit in the dope
Can't keep going back and forth wit
I ain't come back down to Earth for show
Smoke my heart, put that shit in the dope
Can't keep going back and forth wit hoes
(Honestly, honestly, honestly)
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
My baby I need help
Sick to my head all the way to my stomach, this bitch is disgusting
Stick to the head if you just gon keep talking, this subject too touchy
Yo mama had seen me and said that I'm handsome, this slut wanna fuck me
Red Supreme switchblade last year I had cut with, can't die like no lame
Yo daughter had smelled like my weed when she went home, yo BM my favorite
I left a praise dancer right in front of Magic, yo ten-percent, shake it
I try more harder to hit this lil roach than I try to stay wit ya
Hoes hit me body just like Saint Sebastian, they think it's for pictures
Time after time I forgot how to breathe but that still ain't the problem
You draw the line, and then I draw the blood now we Crying In Prada
Maybe I get my shit, hit the road
I ain't come back down to Earth for show
Smoke my heart, put that shit in the dope
Can't keep going back and forth wit
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Writer(s): Ari Waller
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