Prada Bae (feat. Nafe Smallz)

Young T & Bugsey

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    (Quincy Tellem)

    (Yo)
    Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese
    My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)
    Baddie with me come from outta way
    Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
    Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed
    Girl, you my Prada bae
    Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
    The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

    I just keep it sho, she see everything froze
    We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
    Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes
    Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes
    Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road
    Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes
    I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul
    Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know

    She gon get me lit ay ay
    She just spent an hour on this dick ay ay
    Posing for a pic ay ay
    We be making porn in the crib ay ay
    They just buying Louis call it drip ay
    They don't even know they look shit yeah
    Someone tell them buy a new fit yeah
    Still jewellery shopping, all my jewelry is lit yeah
    Money talks and it never talks shit, let's go

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    Big face all on my wrist
    Coochie wet, I slip in
    GLE tint
    Came with meddling kids
    Sweets filling in sticks
    I Fendi my bitch
    I was down on my jibs
    Now I'm stepping like this (Like this, like this)
    I was the nigga that they was counting out
    Now I court a licky, they wanna sign me out
    Yo, take the milli' where the house
    I'm up in Bentley like the 'Tayga I might drive it out
    Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out
    Vogue model, she wanna ride me out
    Ain't speaking on what I'm finding out
    Yo, dig up the whistle they wanna iron it out (Yeah)
    I make her tip toe
    40 on my neck, that's big show
    Need more money on my head, that's an insult
    Grew up as a sinner now we rich though

    Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese
    My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)
    Baddie with me come from outta way
    Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
    Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed
    Girl, you my Prada bae
    Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
    The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

    I just keep it sho, she see everything froze
    We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
    Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes
    Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes
    Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road
    Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes
    I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul
    Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know

    New Chanaynay, size 41
    I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits
    You can't come against what's already done
    I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (Addicts)
    Get my Roley out the green box
    I got a gallon of water, wrist watch like a freezer
    Buy the shop, can't make my G's watch
    We going London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza
    Big rocks looking hefty
    In the polo club I'm on a jetski
    Phone call from the west wing
    Screaming: Free the guys! Until the guys free
    And my Bonnie cold like a eski
    We got matching Roleys and they Prezzie
    Put my girl in fashion that's expensive
    Still I pull up on you in the trenches

    Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese
    My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)
    Baddie with me come from outta way
    Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
    Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed
    Girl, you my Prada bae
    Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
    The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

    I just keep it sho, she see everything froze
    We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
    Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes
    Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes
    Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road
    Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes
    I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul
    Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know

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    Composición: Nafe Smallz y Young T & Bugsey

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