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liveraw gbt - pimpin' in my pradas كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ishaan]

stay pimpin’
stay pimin’ always

[hook: ishaan the rit god]

room at the ramada, baby tryna holla
mama call me papa, cuz i’m stacking up my gwolla
she was tryna holla, now it’s lipstick on my collar
ask your girlfriend, i be pimpin’ in my pradas
room at the ramada, baby tryna holla
mama call me papa, cuz i’m stacking up my gwolla
she was tryna holla, now it’s lipstick on my collar
ask your girlfriend, i be pimpin’ in my pradas

[verse 1: jackpot]

yea, im pimpin in pradas, balling, getting these dollars
use to have a impala, now i got like 8 impalas
and just to say that i got em
came up straight from the bottom
turned his life into a rebound, because i shot em’
batman tint when im riding through gotham
i be out in the night, n-gga like i was a possum
b-tch you know me, im jackpot, chilling in the range b-tch
24 inches, flat screens, watching game six
now that’s a nice day, i end it with a nice night
2 models and a plane to vegas is a nice flight
pimpin like im money mike, getting my money right
matter fact, shout out to the captain of my other flight
cuz we was gone, like the roof on my aston
finish line to the money, just p-ssed them
it’s not confusing baby girl, im not a jigsaw
just remember who on the track, liveraw

[hook: ishaan the rit god]

[verse 2: detroit l-o]

pimpin in my pradas, while the hatin’ dudes get nada
she get loose at the ramada, cajun shrimp mixed with my pasta
arionas, don’t sip monsters, nike flip flops on a chill day
chilling, eating salmon, but her sh-t smell like fish filet
so i had to buss up, baby that’s not whats up
she was gon be on my team, but she had to get cut
she say slide thru at four, and l-o im all yours
that’s obvious, cuz your legs stay open like mall doors
other chick snapping, say i ain’t seen you in a while
better stop yelling, fore i slap you with that technical foul
my team done ran thru you, girl that’s my testimony
i can’t be your tenderoni, and my ex girl, she a phony
she kissing on my neck, like, i want you to be my man
said hecky naw, blew her off then tried to smash her friend
just call me djbj, ask her questions, imma tester
then i blow her off, hop on a track and spit more words than webster

[hook: ishaan the rit god]

[verse 3: ishaan the rit god]

you can catch me pimpin, call me magic don shaan
sippin on her gl-ss, her and her wine fine
yes, i have to brag, yes, i have to boast
cuz when you wearing prada boots, the hoes do the most
i treat the sweetest girl, in a sleazy way
just so she can give me head, i make her pay easy dae
oh my lord, thank you jesus
for all the bands, so the jewelers just can freeze us
pulling out my credit cards, we got cash diseases
we buying bad b-tches chanel, they can’t leave us
i just gave ya’ll, my pimp testimony
i do the sports for the rings, just like i’m kobe

[hook: ishaan the rit god]

[verse 4: easy dae]

i got a question for these hoes who don’t know how to act
if i had no cash, would you still treat a n-gga like trash
if i had a dagger, who you stab a n-gga straight in the back
if so, i’m staying solo dolo
cashing checks like a nike logo
pimpin in my pradas, got these hoes in packs like piranhas
imma be at the bar buying drinks cuz i ain’t for the drama
next time you see me, i’m with my bros at the bahamas
sipping pina colata, soaking up heat like a sauna
sitting pool side, on the never lose side
i will never lose pride
this is why i liveraw, cause the real don’t die
and i don’t like stressing, that’s the reason why i’m high

[hook: ishaan the rit god]

- liveraw gbt

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