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ayjay (usa) - prada fit lyrics

[intro]
i put my b+tch in that prada fit, she like fancy sh+t
i told a b+tch boy he a counterfeit ‘cause he be cappin’, sh+t
i won’t ever f+ck with phonies, that’s on mama and the kid
if they ever catch me in these streets, i’ll always plead the fifth, b+tch i’m

[verse 2]
b+tch gimme top like beyblade, i’m a rich kid comin’ up on pay day
hit up the block on the same day, i’m a mob boss, everything they say
they say, they say, “hit ‘‘em with the ak”, imma pull up , put the chop in your face
they say, “ayjay, how you finna maintain all of this fame when it’s up in your face?”
i got a b+tch that gon’ hold sh+t down
while i’m out just running up a l!ck now
two mac 11’s, you gon hear these rounds
when i c+ck back, aim it at your b+tch now

back to back, i mastered that
when i say i got the bag, got it vacuum packed
late night shawty, take a taxi back
waist so thin but her ass so fat

[verse 3: solocelo]

[verse 4]
my momma proud of me for what i’m boutta be, she never stress about what be surrounding me
i’m an anomaly that’s h+lla private, see, that’s why they’ll never get anything outta me
i want my privacy, i want my bag, i want bout everything except all of that
i want the world in the palm of my hands, i want the p+ssy with side of the bands

i put my b+tch in the prada fit, she know my ways but she h+lla proud of it
i rip a spliff to the face, drink till i’m wasted, i’m f+ckin out of it
paving the way to my show, don’t call me bro, i know that you doubted it
solo said he never doubted it, taught me the game and imma devour it

- ayjay usa lyrics

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