Lyrics

You my prada baby I put you in Mercedes I get you that latest Yeah all my exes hate me And I run out of breath sometimes When it's you and I I stay in bed tonight Baby please don't cry I didn't even mean to really put you on blast Sorry lil baby I'm just worried bout my cash Get a new whip Shit go dash yeah I don't really care if I crash Talk to me nice, talk to me nice I don't wanna play these games tonight Quit tellin' lies, I'mma roll the dice Shorty so hot she could stick my side yeah She crossed my mind the same time Erased your number for the eighth time Kill my love like it's dateline Even when I see you, you just walk by You my prada baby I put you in Mercedes I get you that latest Yeah all my exes hate me And I run out of breath sometimes When it's you and I I stay in bed tonight Baby please don't cry Your love Means a whole lot more to me than you think it does Your trust Got me wrapped up maybe it's the drugs Fucked up I'm half asleep I need another pick me up What's what I'm burried alive I need someone to dig me up Yeah, what's poppin' Whole Foods, used to go shoppin' New shit dropped now they flockin' How the fuck you even treat me like an option You my prada baby I put you in Mercedes I get you that latest Yeah all my exes hate me And I run out of breath sometimes When it's you and I I stay in bed tonight Baby please don't cry
Writer(s): Nicholas Roache Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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