Top Songs By PradaRonnie
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Johnson
Songwriter
Chris Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
I took the top off made it black
My shooter take ya top off, leave ya flat
I want the top off and the engine in the back
Fuck what you talmbout- it be cap (yea)
This a Raf Simons bag
She got the Raf Simons coat, won't give it back
Don't make a sound, come through the back
This a traphouse you can't sit right there you gotta stand
My Prada jeans black, yea
Take that right and cut the lights down
Before you come round where I stay turn yo location off
Bitch we sellin' drugs
I hang wit felons wit the mob
We see blood we clean it up, get the mop, It's a opp
All black Prada bag
Bitch we poppin' tags, we don't gotta talk bout that
Pull up, park that shit
I just hopped up off a jet
Private jet, bitch I need my privacy
Excuse my manners I ain't even tryin' to flex
Excuse my manners, ain't mean to blind you by the baguettes (holup)
Excuse my manners ain't mean to fuck ya bitch
This bitch got no manners she pull up, make a mess, yea
Pop it, pop it
Dancer: Private
Yea
And she ain't go to college
AR, rock out for the bodies
LMG, yea I tote my shotty
OMG, he got shot in my optic
AMG that boy ride private
Kendall, Kylie that boy got options
She see me try to take off my Prada...
My Prada jeans black, yea
Take that right and cut the lights down
Before you come round where I stay turn yo location off
Bitch we sellin' drugs
I hang wit felons wit the mob
We see blood we clean it up, get the mop, It's a opp
Another opp just died, pour that red and pour it out for ya nigga
I been posted up on the south wit my niggas
Droppin' the kids off in her mouth, babysitter
Talkin' to the police, word of mouth pussy niggas
Droppin' off that work at the house: private villa
Put you on a shirt, bitch I'm the fashion killa
Put you in the dirt, bitch I'm a grave digger
Put me in the room with the goat, it's full of mirrors
Highest in the room, ain't nobody gettin' near us...
Writer(s): Ronnie Johnson
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