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21 prada - pockets obese كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
i told my b_tch
she bad, and she know it
sleep on the couch, when a n_gga was 3
i can not sleep, ’til my pockets obese
i be sleeping at 3, plotting on getting this cheese
it’s funny
how n_ggas be heartless
they see you working
now they wanna f_ck with you
i take it slow, like i’m dj screw
she say, remember me
i’m like, remember who?

[verse 1]
yeah, prada
i’m that n_gga, they wanna be
always on something
that’s why they wanna f_ck with me
yeah
my music be clapping, not slapping
my audience go, whenever i’m lazy
my b_tch ain’t local, imported
show her my d_ck
she a tourist
my ford puma, still a forеign
rocking these nikeys
b_tt nеver be jordan
black forces with the fit

[verse 2]
1, 2, 3, 4
phones that i got
hoes? a lot
honestly, none of these n_gga
go f_ck with me
fake it or love it
i know they in love with me
prada, prada
more like father, father
yeah n_gga
i’m that motherf_cker
typer bars, you can’t write in your best dreams
n_gga i’m the reason why
your b_tch, having wet dreams
hu hu
yeah she a moaner
hu hu hu
never go own her
imma recycle that bar
believe that
mach on the beat
so my n_gga, we working
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck
n_gga this heat
cold world
so i can’t never be slipping
call me anna
’cause this ice up on me
barely 20, but a n_gga be blowing

- 21 prada

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