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pradabagshawty - franklin كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(yeah)
(huh, ayeee, yuh)
(huh, ah–ah, huh, ah)
(huh, heyyy, yeah)
(huh, yooo, yeah)
(aye, 5love, keep this sh_t rollin’)
(yeah, huh, yeah)
yo

[chorus]
ho feel like uzi, i love her wit’ rage
why’d i cut you off, then try to play wit’ you?
on the road, i’m gon’ rock out the stage
on a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
know lil’ yotti gon’ shoot it for days
young brew trippin’, they not finna play wit’ you
if you go to sleep, just keep that k wit’ you
prada c_cky and poppin’, don’t follow rules

[post_chorus]
that ain’t love, you still stuck on that petty_sh_t
that ain’t love, you f_cked up, you a petty b_tch
i don’t buy her the “shh”; she gon’ throw a fit
in the splat i got lego_box on the stick
in the back of the splat, it’s a hot_box
from the block to the hills, jus’ like franklin
wit’ my dawg, i just bought me a new chop’
i go back to the block, to my pavement
[verse 1]
know young prada5 bringin’ that cake aht
shopping spree, everyday be your birthday
she go vivienne prince, she a mermaid
i go crazy, i don’t got no perc’_thang
feel like drake, i just need me a one_dance
like yb, i was blind when they crossed me
i don’t wan’ shoot the chop’, it got kickback
put a “brr” on the back of that glock_thang

[verse 2]
oh, you went overseas, but ain’t pop nun’?
ho, you broke as the f_ck, b_tch, you need me
grab a .30, ain’t shootin’ no stock_gun
boy, don’t play wit’ the ‘5’, know i’m bleeding
them boys told me, “you f_cked on that b_tch, boy”
i’ma slime that boy out, he gon’ feel me
i’ma slime that ho out, she gon’ feel me
ho, you brought so much mo’f_ckin’ pain to me

[verse 3]
hop in the 3_9_and_deuce tags
shoot up the spot, they already know it was me
i f_cked that ho on the xan’, the guap
kicked that ho out, she wasn’t nun’ to me
she f_cked it up for, like, all the hoes
i don’t even got no more love in me
f_cked up, i was jus’ playin’ my part
locked down, i ain’t had nun’ to eat
[chorus]
ho feel like uzi, i love her wit’ rage
why’d i cut you off, then try to play wit’ you?
on the road, i’m gon’ rock out the stage
on a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
know lil’ yotti gon’ shoot it for days
young brew trippin’, they not finna play wit’ you
if you go to sleep, just keep that k wit’ you
prada c_cky and poppin’, don’t follow rules

- pradabagshawty

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