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Prada Bae (feat. Nafe Smallz)

Young T/Bugseyhuatong
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Quincy tell 'em

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', ayy

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 (go)

I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)

Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)

Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)

Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know

She gon' get me lit, ayy, ayy

She just spent an hour on this dick, ayy, ayy

Posin' for a pic, ayy, ayy

We be makin' porn in the crib, ayy, ayy

They just buyin' Louis call it drip, ayy

They don't even know they look shit, yeah

Someone tell 'em buy a new fit, yeah

Still jewelry shoppin', all my jewelry is lit, yeah (oh, yeah)

Money talks and it never talks shit, let's go

Big face all on my wrist, coochie wet, I slip in

GLE tint came with meddlin' kids

Sweets fillin' in sticks, I Fendi my bitch

I was down on my jibs

Now I'm steppin' like this (like this, like this)

I was that nigga that they was countin' out

Now I caught 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 (yoom)

Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out (bling)

Vogue model, she wanna ride me out (muah)

Ain't speakin' on what I'm findin' out

Yo, dig up the whistle, they wanna iron it out (yeah)

I make her tip toe

Forty on my neck, that's a big show

Need more money on my head, that's an insult

Grew up as a sinner now we rich though (yeah)

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', ayy

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 (go)

I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)

Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)

Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)

Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know

New Chanaynay, size fourty one

I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits

You can't come again, it's already done

I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (addicts)

Get my Rollie 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 goin' London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza (zoom)

Big rocks lookin' hefty (oh)

In the polo club I'm on a jet ski (hey, hey)

Phone call from the west wing

Screamin', "Free the guys!" until the guys free (free the guys)

And my Bonnie cold like a eski'

We got matchin' Rollies and they Presi'

Put my girl in fashion that's expensive (ay)

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', ayy

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 (go)

I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)

Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)

Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)

Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know

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