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Prada You

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Prada You was released on August 2, 2019 by Alamo as a part of the album Love Songs 4 the Streets 2

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Durk

Vocals

Bobby Raps

Programming

Dy Krazy

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Durk Banks

Songwriter

Dwan Avery

Songwriter

Robert Richardson

Robert Richardson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bobby Raps

Producer

Dy Krazy

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Permanent marker on my heart, girl, you careless

And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary

And I got caught with four or five hoes, I'm so embarrassed

I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage

No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is

Came a long way from Amiri's, rocking Bally's

I know some **** don't take care of their kids, they don't call them daddy

And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats

Let's get married, get a couple M's and I'm ready

Give you Chanel sneaks and the Chanel bag, color cherry

And I ain't nothing like them other ****, so don't compare me

Actuality, they treated me unfairly

[Verse 2]

You put your friends in our business

You know they dying for attention

'Cause ain't no point then in being no friend

L-O-V-E, do you love me?

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me

Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me?

If I give your ass my heart, girl, you lucky

And you better tell the world that you love me

That you love me, yeah

Do you love me?

Do you love me? Yeah

[Verse 3]

And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it

Tear your hole up, lay your throat back when I'm bustin'

You told your friends inside your group-chat we was fuckin'

I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing

I'm a gangsta, but I moan when you suckin'

When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it

Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing

When you mad, you said gon' on and fuck

[Verse 4]

I done bought you Gucci, Louie and Prada, too

I done bought you a Prada bag, said, "I'm proud of you"

Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom

I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon

Get that Lambo truck the color Nipsey blue

And you be feeling like the man in an empty room

I don't gotta force you for the pussy

Written by: Durk Banks, Dwan Avery, Robert Richardson

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