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trilogy - pradacurse lyrics

[intro]
wake up, f1lthy
prada, you made that?

[chorus]
tell her*tell her i’m hot like this
look at the way i flip my wrist
major, no cappin’ i made this sh*t happend
i’m blowin’ her back in and speak it in action
no f*cks about the traction
that ain’t what we talkin’ bout
gold on my t**th and my chain, b*tch, i’m rocking out
stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh’f*ckin’ oprah

[verse: pradacurse]
thick b*tch by my side, name jenny
left side phone, bout to hit her with the caddy
shooting back to back like a motherf*ckin’ trilogy
grrah, its a headshot
f*ck her for the bag, make your legs rock
keep a thirty on me, i keep all the shots
you is my son, boy, just sh*t down
hit ’em with the top of dope with like two rounds
put the k on his head, now he up now
beat for the back til’ the muh’f*ckin’ sundown
double up the clip, .50 on me so you know i’m legit
gang, gang, we over here with the clip
i’m born on f, so they call me a jit
.45 roll ’em up on the spliff
shorty can feel my side, had to put inside, you know i’m prada, huh?
i get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah, you already know i did it first
shout out my brother santana
i gotta [?] her, pour a four up in the fanta
run up on that boy, came two shots on his head
now that boy dead now
[chorus]
tell her*tell her i’m hot like this
look at the way i flip my wrist
major, no cappin’ i made this sh*t happend
i’m blowin’ her back in and speak it in action
no f*cks about the traction
that ain’t what we talkin’ bout
gold on my t**th and my chain, b*tch, i’m rocking out
stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh’f*ckin’ oprah

[verse: babysantana]
oh, we sent him up to the (sky)
we laughing at you cause you not the (guy)
we sent him up and tell him “goodbye” (bye)
she eat me up like a taco
tweaking the diamonds, they look like a lego
look at me in one eye like a [?]
she at the crib, she need something to bite on
we shooting movies, i’m feeling like [?]
put me up to the (ah)
put me up to the shoes like a hyro
just like lil faygo, make her hit the high note
(ah)

[pre*chorus: pradacurse]
pull up to that boy, we gon’ hit him with that fire (grrah)
now we gon’ stunt now
run it back with that .4 when i hit them with the fire
lil boy, thats facts, no cap
whippin’ the pot, you know its off when i saw ’em
one three on my back, lil b*tch, i feel like i’m harden
i ain’t callin’ the sh*ts, but you know that i’m ballin’
keep twin uzi’s like my name autumn
[chorus]
tell her*tell her i’m hot like this
look at the way i flip my wrist
major, no cappin’ i made this sh*t happend
i’m blowin’ her back in and speak it in action
no f*cks about the traction
that ain’t what we talkin’ bout
gold on my t**th and my chain, b*tch, i’m rocking out
stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh’f*ckin’ oprah

[outro]
okay, thank you, [?]
[?]

- pradacurse lyrics

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