Rich The Kid - Prada (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rich The Kid - Prada (en) Lyrics
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I been wakin' up to racks,
bitch (Bitch)
Quarter milli', need a rack lift
My lil' nigga let the MAC
rip (Chop, chop, chop)
Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)
Most of these hoes get
hit and get flipped
Most of these niggas ain't
real, can't trip
Pardon me, bought a Prada fit
Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay
Walk through in Egypt with three
hundred (Three hundred)
Pull out her bed then I sleep
on it (I sleep on it)
Pull out my dick and she
eat on it (Eat on it)
She a lil' freak and she
suckin', no teeth on it
I was dead broke, had to
sleep on the couch
Pull out the Lamb' with
the keys to the house
On the way to your bitch,
had to reroute (Reroute)
And the money keep comin' like
fuck a drought (Fuck it)
Baguettes, baguettes
Bitch see my neck and my
wrist and she ready
Pop up on her late night like Freddy
I'ma cut the bitch off, machete
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Seen a opp, had the whole clip
Think he flexin', but this old drip
I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips
Blow a bag at Saks, can't
go to Barneys (Yeah)
I got too many racks on me (Woo)
I done said that my coupe
is retarded (Retarded)
Like damn, I can't even start it,
valet can't park it (Damn)
Gettin' more bags than a market (Bags)
Put it on his head, a target
Nigga wan' run with the opps that
he thought was the opps
We gon' mop him and chalk him
I been wakin' up to racks,
bitch (Racks, bitch)
Uh, spent the lil' bag on these
Maison Margielas, walk in the bank,
I'm withdrawin' whatever
"Need like a M," what I told to
the teller, 'member was trappin'
no matter the weather
Talkin' my shit 'cause I been doin'
better, Glock with a stick,
we ain't grippin' Berettas
Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt
forever, surgical shit,
we'll get you together (Uh)
I make a call, them killers en
route, we been lampin', it ain't
hard to figure you out
Tracy campin' outside of that lil'
nigga house, doin' damage, them
hollows keep hittin' his scalp
1300 the gang, and I put us
on the map, come and see
what my niggas about
We don't fuck with no lames, bitches
don't come to the telly to
fuck, then we kickin' 'em out
But 'cause Polo my name, she do
whatever I want, I just put
my whole dick in her mouth
Let that .40 go bang, we put his
ass in the grave and they
wish they can go dig him out
My lil' nigga let the Drac' spit,
say less, we don't ever say shit
Shoot it out, check out my J, bitch,
ballin' on 'em, James Naismith
(Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
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