trilogy (feat. BabySantana)
Prada Curse
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(Wake up Filthy) (Prada you made that) Teller Teller hot like this Look at the way I flip my wrist Major no cappin I made that shit happen I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action No fucks bout' the traction That ain't what we talkin' bout Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out Stick by my side Might just pull up when I drive Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah Thick bitch by my side named Jenny Left side phone bout' to hit her with a caddy Shootin' back to back to back like mufuckin' trilogy (graahh) It's a headshot F*ck you from the back Make your legs rock Keep a thirty on me I call all the shots You was my son lil boy just sit down Hit em' with the top of dome with like two rounds Put a hundred k' on his head now he uptown Hit that bitch from the back till' the mufuckin' sundown Dump out the clip Fifty on me so you know i'm legit Gang gang yeah we out with the clique I'm born in the F' so they call me a jit Forty five roll em' up in a spliff Shawty had too much pride Had to put it aside You know i'm prada her I get the guap and I stack it up daily Yeah you already know that I did it first Shoutout my brudda' Santana I gotta ban her Pour the four in the fanta Run up on that boy get two shots to your head (graahh) Now that boy dead down Teller Teller hot like this Look at the way I flip my wrist Major no cappin I made that shit happen I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action No fucks bout' the traction That ain't what we talkin' bout Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out Stick by my side Might just pull up when I drive Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah oohhh We send him up to sky We laughing at you cause you not that guy We send him up and we tell him goodbye She eat me up like a taco Tweakin' em' diamonds they look like a lego Look at me i got one eye like a cyclone She at the crib she need something to bite on We shootin' movies I'm feeling like taco Put me up onto the (aahhh) Put me up onto the shoes like a Hyro Just like lil faygo make her hit a high note (aahhhh) Pull up on that boy we goin' hit em' up with that fye' (graahh) I ain't goin' stop now Run it back with that forth when i hit em' with that tye' Lil boy that's facts no cap Whippin' the pot you know its off when i saw him One three on my back bitch I feel like I'm harden I ain't callin the shots but you know that I'm ballin' Keep twinuzis like my name autumn Teller Teller hot like this Look at the way I flip my wrist Major no cappin I made that shit happen I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action No fucks bout' the traction That ain't what we talkin' bout Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out Stick by my side Might just pull up when I drive Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah (okay thank you goodnight) (aye say yo hoe ass nigga what is she sayin bruh)
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Written by: Arahan Bhattacharjee, Steven Lewis
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