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[chorus]
oh, what’s on my feet? oh, that’s prada (uh)
you don’t got sh_t to be proud of
i’m at the top, you stuck at the bottom (uh)
that b_tch tryna take off her bottom
i rocked some boots in l.a. and forgot ’em
it’s pretty obvious why you is not him
that n_gga only get high off of blinker
the way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker
i’m ringin’ bells like i’m tinker
that boy a fiend, tried to f_ck her the second he linked her
you wanted smoke? we can link up
i need a book, all the crazy ass sh_t that i think of
i’m in the back of the back that i breach, uh
i’m in the back of the, uh, let’s go
[verse 1]
i’m in l.a. with lil’ wesley
i’m finna f_ck on that ho, and he takin’ her bеstie
i wanna play with a bessie
just took a tеst up in school, n_gga, please do not test me
my brother die, they gon’ have to arrest me
’cause i’ma k!ll every n_gga that try to correct me
your b_tch on me, she caress me
i’m on that top floor, kickin’ sh_t like i’m jessie
(one, two, hm)
(one, two, three)

[verse 2]
can’t f_ck with these n_ggas, i can’t
i carry these n_ggas, i’m holdin’ the weight
she wanna f_ck it, i told her to wait
b_tch, i got kids i don’t know, like i’m drake
drac’ puttin’ a n_gga away
drank all in my cup, minute maid, ’cause
sippin’ that wock’, i’ma steer off
all of this sh_t that i know could knock n_ggas’ career off
your diamonds really appear off
i’m smokin’ gas, n_gga, i ain’t drinkin’ no smirnoff
hold up, let me turn the beat off
feel like my n_ggas, they shootin’ for three, that’s a bucket
you can look at my chain, but don’t touch it
just like a buzzer beater, bro, this sh_t get to clutchin’
all of my pieces be punchin’, of course
i said, “f_ck a college, ain’t takin’ a course”
only class i really needed was co_rs_
and my occupation been makin’ more money than yours
i know i’m makin’ way more than my teachers, but i go to school just to say that i did it
every time that they call me a one hit wonder, i tell them, “i’m rich, you f_cking idiot”
(brrt, oh)
[chorus]
you better take off that prada (uh)
’cause you don’t got sh_t to be proud of
i’m at the top, you stuck at the bottom (uh)
that b_tch tryna take off her bottom
i rocked some boots in l.a. and forgot ’em
it’s pretty obvious why you is not him
that n_gga only get high off of blinker
the way that she give up brain, mathematical thinker
i’m ringin’ bells like i’m tinker
that boy a fiend, tried to f_ck her the second he linked her
you wanted smoke? we can link up
i need a book, all the crazy ass sh_t that i think of
i’m in the back of the back that i breach, uh
i’m in the back of the, uh, let’s go

- hoeluvleon

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