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tyler - prada je(ans) كلمات الأغنية

prada je(ans) lyrics
[intro: 279tyler]
gokami
go, yeah, yeah
wake up kaii

[verse 1: 279tyler]
i was so f_cked up i can’t even see
i got the dope in the prada jeans
yeah they f_ck with me cause i’m a prodigy
i walk in this b_tch, yeah, wearing double g
not new to ballin’, yeah, i’m no rookie
smoking on gas, yeah, this sh_t cookie
car push to start i don’t got no key
whatever i do i keep it lowkey
it can get up feel like lil keed
walk around hunnit b_tches on me
walk around with tools on me
walk around looking like an army
walk in this b_tch with a big weapon on me
pop a bar then i turn to a zombie
all that fuu sh_t, that sh_t beyond me

[verse 2: 279tyler]
all that fake sh_t, i don’t f_ck with that
pull up with them straps, yeah, like thе taliban
walk around, yeah, with h_lla bands
walk in this b_tch with a designеr mask
foreign b_tch with a fatass
look at my stacks, my stacks fat
check out my stats that’s real facts
big ass backwood, you can’t match that
i’m in a coupe you in a hatchback
talking that sh_t now you a hashtag
he said he got bands, yeah, on his head
quit that cap sh_t no one want you dead
pull up to his crib you can see me out there
jugg his sh_t, yeah, he said that it ain’t fair
well who the f_ck said we were playing fair?
[verse 3: glawkie]
yeah, yeah
you say you getting money i think that’s a lie
i pull up on your b_tch like we getting live
drugs in my body, yeah, i’m getting high
that b_tch wanna f_ck told that b_tch “you super fried”
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i had to bust down my wrist, i had to bust down my neck, okay
she wanna f_ck i told that b_tch “just hop your ass in the wraith”
took her ass to a 5 star, she told me she don’t know this place
i feel like an artist she came over i painted her face
n_gga he talking that sh_t, but that n_gga ain’t none that n_gga a disgrace
i feel like tay_k i hop in the whip and i do the race

[verse 4: dici]
yeah, i walk into prada i’m buying that b_tch out
like why the f_ck i’m walking ’round with my gl!ck out?
and lil b_tch hop in the whip, she whippin’ my d_ck out
and this b_tch think she funny, yeah, like she got a big mouth like
yeah, pull up i’m filling it up
yeah, my pockets double stuffed right
that b_tch she from the hills
like she gone snort a line
poured up like eight lines
no lil bro, i ain’t lying
in the lamb truck, we flyin’
slide by in that sh_t you dyin’
pop a lil perc, yeah, i’m getting crizzy
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all this lean f_cking up my gut
all this hating had to buy a new gun
too much money don’t know what you want
too much haters don’t know, uh
yeah go ahead throw his ass under the bus
go ahead mix a lil par with the tuss
go ahead mix the lil bar with the uh
loo at my b_tch, maison margiela, uh
i’m mixing the ricks with my margiela
she said i’m a handsome fellow
your diamonds cloudy and they yellow
you say you in the trap but what is you selling? that’s cap
like me and my gang at the top of this sh_t, no cap
i just walked in with my prada jeans on i’m not even gonna cap
and you ain’t gonna talk to me like that, like i got the drac on my lap
[verse 5: quiswtf]
i walk in that prada i leave with a bag
spanish b_tch she call me papi but i’m not her dad
i walk in this b_tch, yeah, i keep me a mac
when i hop up in that cat, b_tch, i don’t look back
yeah i’m speeding two hundred, yeah i broke the dash
big body amg, b_tch, i hit the gas
if you talking down on us, then gang up on your ass
why you talking to me boy like you don’t got that pass
d. r. a. c. o., that’s all i need to spaz
i got this foreign b_tch all on me with a lot of ass
yeah, laughing to the bank because i got that cash
go and ask my brodie ’bout me, yeah, he never caps
run up on me and this tech it eat you like some snacks

- tyler

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