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babydolcé - ride wit me (prada) lyrics

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thousands and thousands on prada
are you go ride with me girl do you wanna
fetish for dolcé gabbana
louis bag cuz she be lovin designer
smoking that marijuana
rolling top down when it turns to the summer
these b+tches be all on my collar but i can’t put you first over that dollar x2

counting blue cheese i got the benjis on me
ice in my heart made it freeze you can’t take it from me
you got my private number ima pick up when you call me
we can get money together baby just right ride me

this money be blinding me
all of my chains be shining
cop me a jet on the weekend cuz i like to fly private
riding around in that tesla it got auto pilot
we can take this to the back and we can run up mileage

baby i been busy making moves around my city think you ready for this life you thinking that it be so litty
i’m so hungry for this money hate it when you say you miss me
put some ice around yo neck gon need me when it get chilly yah

hop in the benz we got places to be
forget bout yo day and jus roll up the weed
can you keep up with my lifestyle it’s crazy
we count up money no time to be lazy

thousands and thousands on prada
are you go ride with me girl do you wanna
fetish for dolcé gabbana
louis bag because she lovin designer
smoking that marijuana
rolling top down when it turns to the summer
these b+tches be all on my collar but i can’t put you first over that dollar
x2

lean in my drank, man i can’t even think
bout to run up some ms, put it right in the bank
water so wavy you might even sank
did me some dirty but we always stay clean

i be dubbing when you call me
move the work make my neck icy
lots of fiends who be callin me
money real not monopoly
mad that they ain’t on top of me
when back then you would flop on me now
you wanna talk to me
sorry you just a wannabe now

thousands and thousands on prada
are you go ride with me girl do you wanna
fetish for dolcé gabbana
louis bag because she lovin designer
smoking that marijuana
rolling top down when it turns to the summer
these b+tches be all on my collar but i can’t put you first over that dollar
x2

- babydolce lyrics

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