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here i kome - pradabagshawty lyrics

[intro]
[?]
let it run, zay
let it run, let it run

[chorus: pradabagshawty]
‘god, n*gga
opp block wit’ the kri’ vec’, dump the whole sh*t
see that .9 in my pants; i’ve been beatin’ my d*ck
let me know what you need, nun’ less than a zip
here i come, pullin’ up; foreign, exotic
i pull up wide*body, thot ho on my body
just wanted to serve the b*tch, i ain’t even wan’ f*ck on lil’ shawty..
..i f*cked on lil’ shawty
pull up, she get nervous; she see the thigh*pack buss on my pants, she know that i’m packin’
let me know what you workin’, if i feel like yo’ ass workin’ the other, my glock; i’ma pop it
clean up like detergent, pull up get nasty wit’ fyе; draco i shoot it outside

[verse 1: pradabagshawty]
he talm’ ’bout them murdеrs, i’on wan’ talk ’bout n0body; young prada go body*for*body
i jus’ told lil’ nicky, “roll me up four of them blunts”, then i take a perc’ wit’ lil’ juice
these hoes be so burnt, f*cked on the opp, that sh*t bool; if i catch you, i’ll shoot at you, too
these folks better learn, play wit’ p5, we gon’ ride; a young*n*gga ridin’ at noon
can’t go for the set*up, ho tried to backdoor the brew; no, i can’t go out like lil scoom

[verse 2: 1504 juice]
i got a bag, and these f*ck*n*ggas hated
everybody hate on a n*gga, like–
everybody hate on a n*gga, like chris
yeah, n*gga!
[?]
knock a n*gga lights out
y’een havin’ no motion, i can tell how you comin’ lil’ n*gga
(on god, n*gga)
y’een havin’ no bag, lemme’ call up lil’ prada, lil’ n*gga
[chorus: pradabagshawty]
‘god, n*gga
opp block wit’ the kri’ vec’, dump the whole sh*t
see that .9 in my pants; i’ve been beatin’ my d*ck
let me know what you need, nun’ less than a zip
here i come, pullin’ up; foreign, exotic
i pull up wide*body, thot ho on my body
just wanted to serve the b*tch, i ain’t even wan’ f*ck on lil’ shawty..
..i f*cked on lil’ shawty
pull up, she get nervous; she see the thigh*pack buss on my pants, she know that i’m packin’
let me know what you workin’, if i feel like yo’ ass workin’ the other, my glock; i’ma pop it
clean up like detergent, pull up get nasty wit’ fye; draco i shoot it outside

- pradabagshawty lyrics

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