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lirik lagu 21 prada – white-tee

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(mach 808)

[chorus:]
n~gga they pay me that fee
in my dm’s, won’t get off my d~ck (oh god)
b~tch she be acting, she ain’t bad (huh)
with my mans, we go f~ck on them 10’s
thought about getting me a wife (oh god)
they don’t like me (prada)
gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
but i’m shining

i hear these p~ssy, they scared now, do none of the jail time
files shoes, white~tee, black pants, condom more rubber than vans

[verse 1:]
i call my b~tch bill, she k!lls
money tall like shaq o’neal (oh god)
i’m in a black puma, with my n~gga sartre, we see your main, we stroke her (prada, huh)
i’m in my prada baby (oh god)
prada lady, prada family
the type to mess with her еx, while i’m on to my next, that’s a flex (yеah)
i hear these n~ggas they cap a lot, ain’t polo g, but i really live what i rap about
momma don’t like that i swear in my music, but you know ain’t no switching up
too many favours i’ve done for these n~gga (oh god), ain’t no paying with these n~ggas
d~mn, i really be flex on these n~ggas (yeah), i be testing these n~ggas
don’t like to carry money little n~gga, but you know i got it little n~gga, yeah
you know prada will never be broke, that’s why they hiding they b~tches
[chorus:]
n~gga they pay me that fee
in my dm’s, won’t get off my d~ck (oh god)
b~tch she be acting, she ain’t bad (huh)
with my mans, we go f~ck on them 10’s
thought about getting me a wife (oh god)
they don’t like me (prada)
gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
but i’m shining

i hear these p~ssy, they scared now, do none of the jail time (oh, yeah)
files shoes, white~tee, black pants, condom more rubber than vans (prada, prada, prada, prada)

[verse 2:]
my b~tch a alien, no stallion
always packing gas, just a station
local whip, sp~ceship, sp~ce rims, got that thing on my hip so when i’m rapping, little n~gga i’m packing heat
i f~ck that b~tch and i leave, little momma i’m just doing me
new number on my phone every week
gold chain, gold ring, i met her yesterday, she calling us “us” ouuwee
one moment you here, one moment you gone
that’s the way of life in these street
the clothes that you wear going in, the same clothes you wear going out
that’s the way of life

[chorus:]
n~gga they pay me that fee
in my dm’s, won’t get off my d~ck (oh god)
b~tch she be acting, she ain’t bad (huh)
with my mans, we go f~ck on them 10’s
thought about getting me a wife (oh god)
they don’t like me (prada)
gold on my neck, no ice b (huh)
but i’m shining
i hear these p~ssy, they scared now, do none of the jail time (oh, yeah)
files shoes, white~tee, black pants, condom more rubber than vans