Prada*

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[Intro]
Bitch, yeah ([?])

[Verse]
Prada and Gucci, it don't go together
Got a MAC-10, I use the Glock 'cause it's better
[?], might spend a bag on Margiela
[?] push shots at his temple
If he tellin' [?] my boy finna get him, and we gonna stretch 'em
I could tell that nigga was a pussy from the first day I met him
And I got the number nine, it's on my denim
If the nigga talk down, we gon' end him
Oh yeah, I could tell that nigga pussy (Huh?)
I just might hit his ass with that blicky (Okay)
And I'm givin' out [?]
Back then, I was broke, he was not fuckin' with me (Okay)
And I would get high to the ceiling
And now I be fuckin' on beautiful women
Like God damn, what the fuck I be doing?
I'm smart, man, but on the beat, I go stupid
My white plug love [?]
White plug can't stop listening to rock music
Hit him with the stick, tell a nigga what he not doin'
Nigga talk down, [?], put the Glock to it