Prada4dafans

Prada with the bands
Prada in the house
Prada for the fans, don't leave them out
Oh, he got your mans, they ain't got no clout
I'm proud of you
Prada and the bands
Prada in the house
Prada for the fans, don't leave them out
Oh, he got your mans, they ain't got no clout
I'm proud of you, i'm proud of you
I'm proud of you, i'm proud of you
I'm proud of you, go to Prada U
Learn the drip from the shoe
And i'm sick with the flu

Prada and the bands
Prada in the house
Prada for the fans, don't leave them out
Oh, he got your mans? he ain't have no clout
I'm proud of you, go to Prada U
Learn the drip from the shoe
And i'm sick with the flu

Yeah, They said i was going loco
Haven't smoked in two days
Shoot em' down like RoCo
Shorty with the bands, we ain't sticking to the plan
And i'm serving all them grams
Five thousand in Japan, five thousand when i land
And i knew she was a fan
Yeah
They said that they hate me
But they cannot date me
Riding round in Chevrolet, or Mercedes
City on my back, and i been spazzing lately
Wanna take my career, bitch you cannot taint me
Your bitch is dry as wall
But they still wanna paint me
Get a bag, get that cash, bitch you looking lazy
Been through it all, yeah you can't really faze me
Bitch ass niggas, and they acting like some ladies
Hit New York, taking over, bitch they call me KD
Treeshes coming over, kitty purring like its Katy
Ladies, ladies, they wanna hit, maybe
Ladies, ladies, she cuffed, her name is Hady
Prada and the bands
Prada in the house
Oh, he got your mans, he ain't have no clout
I'm proud of you, i'm proud of you



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Hady
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