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prada - vayda lyrics

[intro: vayda]
yeah, ah ah ah yeah ah vayda
vay ah vayda vay ah
vayda vay ah ah ah vayda vay vay

[chorus: vayda]
thought i was playing, say vay primadonna
that b*tch my daughter, i raised and i taught her
she used to asking that n*gga for food
but now she asking that n*gga for prada
my hoes is meeting discreet, can’t get caught up
i think before that sh*t ever been thought of
where is my peace like hakuna matata
why all these n*ggas be bothering me for
where is my peace like hakuna matata
why all these n*ggas be bothering me for
she running late and she mad i took detours
money the only thing i stand on feet for
b*tch bad as h*ll and she ride with a uh
b*tch bad as h*ll and she ride with a pitchfork
i’m fine as h*ll and i ride with a pink sword
count up the bands, i spend hundreds on dior

[verse: vayda]
you wanna see me then see me on tour
hoe’s sad as h*ll and she looking lie eeyore
b*tch bald, looking like caillou
i write a song, they call it a haiku
went on my story, they wanna know my lore
you want me to reply but i’m saying what for
i’m pushing the limit, put sh*t to the floor
i’m walking right in to all of them doors
ah yeah ah yeah ah vayda ah vayda
[verse: pablo skywalkin]
i’m driving that coupe, that b*tch it go fast
b*tch is so pretty, she shaking her ass
n*gga so lame, go broke for a bag
sh*t, in my hood i feel like my dad
sh*t i make money, i spend it on fashion
car so fast i d*mn near crashed it
all new blues, i put ’em in plastic
ten on her ass, i gave her a ass lift
i hang with god but i think i know satan
b*tch in a car and a b*tch she chased it
b*tch see my t**th and she get b*tt naked
spend a n*gga life on a cartier bracelet
i never show a b*tch where my safe at
rich n*gga not finna sleep in a maybach
in the front seat where we keep the ak at
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, i call that payback
baby momma don’t know where i stay at
playground in the back where my f*cking kids play at
twenty thousand and he dead, might pay that
twenty thousand when he dead why i say that

[chorus: vayda]
thought i was playing, say vay primadonna
that b*tch my daughter, i raised and i taught her
she used to asking that n*gga for food
but now she asking that n*gga for prada
my hoes is meeting discreet can’t get caught up
i think before that sh*t ever been thought of
where is my peace like hakuna matata
why all these n*ggas be bothering me for
where is my peace like hakuna matata
why all these n*ggas be bothering me for
she running late and she mad i took detours
money the only thing i stand on feet for
b*tch bad as h*ll and she ride with a uh
b*tch bad as h*ll and she ride with a pitchfork
i’m fine as h*ll and i ride with a pink sword
count up the bands, i spend hundreds on dior

- vayda lyrics

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