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lirik lagu prada je(ans) – tyler

prada je(ans) lyrics
[intro: 279tyler]
gokami
go, yeah, yeah
wake up kaii

[verse 1: 279tyler]
i was so f*cked up i can’t even see
i got the dope in the prada jeans
yeah they f*ck with me cause i’m a prodigy
i walk in this b*tch, yeah, wearing double g
not new to ballin’, yeah, i’m no rookie
smoking on gas, yeah, this sh*t cookie
car push to start i don’t got no key
whatever i do i keep it lowkey
it can get up feel like lil keed
walk around hunnit b*tches on me
walk around with tools on me
walk around looking like an army
walk in this b*tch with a big weapon on me
pop a bar then i turn to a zombie
all that fuu sh*t, that sh*t beyond me

[verse 2: 279tyler]
all that fake sh*t, i don’t f*ck with that
pull up with them straps, yeah, like thе taliban
walk around, yeah, with h*lla bands
walk in this b*tch with a designеr mask
foreign b*tch with a fatass
look at my stacks, my stacks fat
check out my stats that’s real facts
big ass backwood, you can’t match that
i’m in a coupe you in a hatchback
talking that sh*t now you a hashtag
he said he got bands, yeah, on his head
quit that cap sh*t no one want you dead
pull up to his crib you can see me out there
jugg his sh*t, yeah, he said that it ain’t fair
well who the f*ck said we were playing fair?
[verse 3: glawkie]
yeah, yeah
you say you getting money i think that’s a lie
i pull up on your b*tch like we getting live
drugs in my body, yeah, i’m getting high
that b*tch wanna f*ck told that b*tch “you super fried”
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i had to bust down my wrist, i had to bust down my neck, okay
she wanna f*ck i told that b*tch “just hop your ass in the wraith”
took her ass to a 5 star, she told me she don’t know this place
i feel like an artist she came over i painted her face
n*gga he talking that sh*t, but that n*gga ain’t none that n*gga a disgrace
i feel like tay*k i hop in the whip and i do the race

[verse 4: dici]
yeah, i walk into prada i’m buying that b*tch out
like why the f*ck i’m walking ’round with my gl!ck out?
and lil b*tch hop in the whip, she whippin’ my d*ck out
and this b*tch think she funny, yeah, like she got a big mouth like
yeah, pull up i’m filling it up
yeah, my pockets double stuffed right
that b*tch she from the hills
like she gone snort a line
poured up like eight lines
no lil bro, i ain’t lying
in the lamb truck, we flyin’
slide by in that sh*t you dyin’
pop a lil perc, yeah, i’m getting crizzy
[?]
all this lean f*cking up my gut
all this hating had to buy a new gun
too much money don’t know what you want
too much haters don’t know, uh
yeah go ahead throw his ass under the bus
go ahead mix a lil par with the tuss
go ahead mix the lil bar with the uh
loo at my b*tch, maison margiela, uh
i’m mixing the ricks with my margiela
she said i’m a handsome fellow
your diamonds cloudy and they yellow
you say you in the trap but what is you selling? that’s cap
like me and my gang at the top of this sh*t, no cap
i just walked in with my prada jeans on i’m not even gonna cap
and you ain’t gonna talk to me like that, like i got the drac on my lap
[verse 5: quiswtf]
i walk in that prada i leave with a bag
spanish b*tch she call me papi but i’m not her dad
i walk in this b*tch, yeah, i keep me a mac
when i hop up in that cat, b*tch, i don’t look back
yeah i’m speeding two hundred, yeah i broke the dash
big body amg, b*tch, i hit the gas
if you talking down on us, then gang up on your ass
why you talking to me boy like you don’t got that pass
d. r. a. c. o., that’s all i need to spaz
i got this foreign b*tch all on me with a lot of ass
yeah, laughing to the bank because i got that cash
go and ask my brodie ’bout me, yeah, he never caps
run up on me and this tech it eat you like some snacks

- tyler

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