Lyrics

Prada myself I got my bands up Prada my bitch I fuck these racks up Pockets always full can't keep these pants up Prada myself I got my bands up Prada my bitch I fuck these racks up Pockets always full can't keep these pants She just flew to LA from Atlanta I just spilled a four up in the Fanta On the 101 in the lamb truck Sticks all extended don't you act up Bitch don't get offended when you canceled Bad bitch shed tears up in the phantom I don't fuck no bitch if she random I don't fuck no bitches if she random I don't fuck no bitches if she Yea Spend a brick or more all the time Wrist always flooded all the time Moving in silence all the time Bad bitch so fine Fell in love with my 9 Yea she know I'm doing fine Is she doing fine? (GOLDMVN IS THE PHANTOM ON) It's been on my mind Tell the opps we'll slide I don't care the place Yea I don't care the time They is not the gang They want me to die If I die tonight I'm immortalized Went and got more ice Look em in the eyes I know they all lies They gon follow suit yea They ain't got the ties They ain't got the cream Baby they ain't got the pies My girl she a prize I still order sides Slide they dip like fries Better say goodbyes Hundred on the ride She wont be my bride 40 Pointers that's the size Man we do this shit for life
Writer(s): Arman Changulyan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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