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Prada Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Prada Me was released on January 29, 2024 by bootdxtc / ^_- / wink as a part of the album Pronoia
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AlbumPronoia
Release DateJanuary 29, 2024
Labelbootdxtc / ^_- / wink
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik K
Malik K
Songwriter

Lyrics

Fan ass **** want to kick it with us
Woah, woah woah
I can't get enough of her touch
I can't get enough of her love
I'm flying in space, or some'
****, we tote them sticks like a band, woah
And that ****, he a fan of me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, woah
I can't get enough of her touch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I ain't ever felt this before (Ah ah)
Did so much for the **** I call my 'bros'
They call me, the bad guy
I don't know what it mean
Racks in my jeans
Don't look at them screens
I ain't have these dreams, for no reason
He say he flyer than me, he lying
Okay, woah
My bitch gettin' flyer than y'all
And she don't even try at all, yeah
I'm back on that Adderall
Yeah, yeah
I can't even lie, yeah
I walk in the room with these pills in my drink
And I'm noddin' off
I get so, hi, hi, high, high
Yeah
My bitch so bad
When she walk in the function, woah
Got these **** hoes mad (See you lookin' over here)
I'll crash out right now
Got bullets flying, right through their crib
Woah
Two bullets and yeah, he dead
FMJ, cracking them legs open
Woah
My **** talkin' 'bout
(Pfftt)
So paranoid, I can't even walk 'round outside
Feel like they all, to get me
Phew, damn
My own bro's don't even see me, as a person
I just want to stay with my girl, she so perfect
Make sure, I ain't even stressing
Ha, yeah yeah
My **** still finessing, woah
I might go seal the Tec'
That .45 make him spill
I spend a bullet for these drills
I spend a band for that kill
Got new red bottom (Woah)
Got brand new denim, woah
Got brand new figures, ha
Got brand new, hell yeah
Got brand new Alyx (Huh)
I can't even, handle myself
I can't even, die for myself
I can't even walk for myself
I miss you bad
"I could help"
I don't think I could help, at all
I don't think I do nothing, at all
And I ain't felt nothing, at all
I'm going through fucking withdrawals
Turned my back, to the wall
I turned my back, on my bros
I turned my back, on these hoes
These lame ass ****, all want my clout
And I ain't even ask for this
I ain't even ask for this
I just hope you proud of me
(Ah, ah) (Ah, ah)
Got to be patient with me, I ain't ever had nothing
.556, they split his wig open
All these **** called my 'bros', they my foes, now
I'm going, right now
I'm popping pills now
My momma said, don't do it
My father said, don't do it
That shit, but look at me now
I hope they proud of me
I hope they proud of me
They don't even, even call me
They heard I was on these pills, while scheming in Texas
They heard I was crackin' them seals, all in Texas
But a dollar in my pocket, I ain't even ate yet
But I'd still pop this perc'
Woah, all my **** put in work
Woah, I might go send that
Oh, oh
****, we tote them sticks like a band, woah
Her ex ****, he a fan of me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, woah
I can't get enough of her touch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I ain't ever felt this before (Ah ah)
Did so much for the **** I call my 'bros'
They call me, the bad guy
I don't know what it mean
Racks in my jean, don't look at them screens (Ah)
I ain't have these dreams, for no reason
He say, he flyer than me, he lying
Okay, woah
My bitch gettin' flyer than y'all
And she don't even try, yeah
I'm back on that Adderall
Yeah, yeah, I can't even lie, yo
Written by: Malik K
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