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christ dillinger - new prada lyrics

[christ dillinger]

ayy huh
mhm mhm mhm

i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada (uhuh)
designer on me drippin make a n-gga slap his momma
im important like obama (like llama)
hit a n-gga with that llama (that llama)
you could miss me with that drama (uhuh)
beat a b-tch like im her father (okay)
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada
i dont got no job so i do what i wanna
b-tch im on the block smokin dope cause its fun (fun)
all my friends trap, got face tatts, and guns
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada (some what?)
these n-ggas steady hatin man
these n-ggas baby fathers (b-tch)
i dont got no kids so my pockets they on fat (fat)
yall n-ggas so lame man i swear yall n-ggas whack (whack)
if that mans yo n-gga why he stabbed you in yo back?
why you got so many followers but yo music whack? (d-mn)
i pull up on yo block
n-ggas know me in the trap (trap)
b-tches screamin christ dillinger
that is where its at (where its at)
hoodrich gothboy sh-t
if you catch me wit that mac (that mac)
ima blow you off the map (that map)
put a n-gga on his back (his back)
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada (uhuh)
gothboy sh-t
b-tch im smokin marijuana (mhm)
i do not f-ck with b-tches who got problems wit they’re fathers (nope)
i only f-ck with b-tches who got money like obama
im shooting kids up in this b-tch like shes a f-ckin school (im sorry)
im dancin with some b-tches
man i feel just like jah rule (mhm)
you n-ggas buying likes
man you think that makes you cool?
b-tch im gettin money
you cant measure that sh-t fool
woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada (d-mn)
woke up in the morning then i f-cked yo baby momma

[lil darkie]

yes yes
yea yea
yes yes
yea yea

yes i woke up in the morning already got on my prada
b-tch i hopped up out the crib and im spittin like im a llama
i be tomahawkin n-ggas he singin like he was lana
[?] be smokin foreign he more of it like the commas
hot like sauna (uh)
good morning my n-gga where is your prada?
i dont have an occupation besides f-ckin on your daughter
p-ssy slaughter
all my n-ggas be inking and toting weapons
p-ssy n-gga want my remington colt or the smith & wesson
teach a lesson like a teacher or tutor
im always testing
in the bleachers with my shooters we booted up never resting
impressing to those who matter
offending to all my haters
walk the f-ck up out the venue you p-ssies ill see you later
i dont speak on fire my mama raised a debater
but if you dont wanna talk then my pistol is not a waiter
if that b-tch got a d-ck then n-gga it cool to fade her
i be riding on my bike to the store like a n-gga slater
he look red in his face, that human is a tomater
cuz im speaking to his thot and she hot like a fried potater
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada
i woke up in the morning and i got me some new prada

- christ dillinger lyrics

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