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prada me - fmb dz lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
(getta beats)
a whole lotta whoop sh*t
the biggest whoop

[verse 1: fmb dz]
woke up wearin’ all designer, this sh*t mismatched
run off on the plug, he keep callin’ for his sh*t back
it’s gon’ be a cold day in h*ll before he get that
got fifty thousand on me, f*ck around and buy a h*llcat
and if a n*gga say i took somethin’ from him, then he owed me
my fans on my ass, just tell ’em they didn’t want the old me
we caught him in the hood and we put thirty in his oldie
my young n*gga’ll pull that b*tch from deep, he shoot like kobe
i’m in foreign with a quarter tank and i’m sippin’ drank
got two thousand hundreds in the bag, i just left the bank
what i’m smokin’ on, i don’t know, it come from house of dank
they got brodie locked behind the walls, he just bought a shank
any n*gga disrespect the mob got a price to pay
we pull up, n*ggas better duck, ’cause we take lives away
catch an opp, we gon’ celebrate like it’s a holiday
pull a skit, get a n*gga hit, i know they tired of me
skeeze my baby, pulled me to the side and said he proud of me
f*ck a stylist, i just walk in neimans, tell ’em, “prada me”
i been winnin’, i been spendin’ like i hit the lottery
i can’t bring my n*ggas ’round ’cause it’s gon’ be a robbery
[verse 2: nuk]
i’m used to poppin’ big seals, i had to quit my drank
say i’m trappin’ in some big hills, boy, you can’t find my place
we be in this sh*t for real, boy, and we don’t fake
swear these n*ggas just like meek mills, hope we don’t pull no drake
my n*ggas know i’m in this sh*t for real, but proud of how i rap
my b*tches know i’m in this sh*t for real, they proud of how i trap
only jail time, we don’t get no tickets from police
belaire, but i box him like an ’84 caprice
you be sack*chasin’ in the club, b*tch, i call that finishin’
before you coppers try to put me down, i go down like i’m blizzard
i’m a full trap n*gga, told ’em that’s my archetype
you won’t see me tuck my jewelry, who said i can’t walk at night?
b*tch, i’m tryna get my groove, you know my n*gga skub
i’m like john wayne, get in disguise before i hit my move
me and brodie, we like shmurda and rowdy, doas in all the homis
bro like clark kent, get in disguise before he catch that body
b*tch, i make the bag shakespeare, but i don’t know no hamlet
told the boys we ain’t gon’ celebrate when we blow out they candles
hit him high, he feelin’ like a king, marvin bagley
told my boys we ain’t gon’ celebrate, we just gon’ bag him

- fmb dz lyrics

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