mizzle mac - gucci & prada lyrics
gucci & prada lyrics
b+tch i’m in gucci and prada
you can save yo ‘i’m sorries’ don’t bother
imma a dog vvs on my collar
they look up what i net imma baller
take a ugh then take off like t’challa
it’s all cap when i say imma holla
ain’t no locking me down no kamala
off his top like a 64 impala
imma dog why there’s mud on my ricks
we not campers but playing with sticks
whip was spun hit him once, watch him rub on his chest like applying some hicks
man on up leave the kids to the tricks
piece a dj make you do the splits
no first aid we be riding with kits
roll some big roll some small out the zips
hits
i swear dog, that’s all that i make
go from nice to blowing fire like jake
got these 1s on my jays like i’m take
like we 40 we tap in them dracs
found a drac pick it up like i’m wayne
play with me he addicted to pain
he a energy sucker, a drain
put the deuce on the f+cker, he came
uhhh
like sucking me up cause he nasty
the homie bee brought 2 ks like he raz b
all this money jaw breaking, everlasting
i be picking em out like a casting
need a beauty tonight like i’m gaston
his lil hoe wanna fight and i’m laughing
see i did what i said think it’s baffling
ain’t surprised, i’m supposed to be here
i’m a star, i can’t help that i shine
on the rise, like the float from the beer
he want war, but i don’t got the time
he want love, think it’s dope think it’s fine
not from me though cause mike on a grind
b+tch i’m in gucci and prada
you can save yo ‘i’m sorries’ don’t bother
imma a dog vvs on my collar
they look up what i net imma baller
take a uh then take off like t’challa
it’s all cap when i say imma holla
ain’t no locking me down no kamala
off his top like a 64 impala
burberry coat and the print match the shoe
imma rapper, need a moesha like q
feel like puffy they move on my cue
white the ears, but the throat different hues
bling
cl!ck it’s a wrap, choppa sing
i put new cartier on my fings
think he mad cause he want all my things
redding up when i flaunt all these rings
waaah
he be wining a lot lil baby
and that ain’t a diss line he go crazy
chocolate daddy in the back like dababy
i might shoot him the eye til he chase me
no video that’s a game that i play
switch it up let him think i’m the prey
say he the finest one here, make his day
ice my rings, throw up roc’s like i’m jay
money mike spray the dude like i’m bansky
opened doors, they forgot how to thank me
keep a piece pull it out like a hanky
they act funny with money they janky
wait
cause back to the fit b+tch it’s nice
just the look i forget what’s the price
gotten mad hate i drip caught him twice
cause he ain’t balling no more jerry rice
like a pie baby boy wanna slice
see this gucci wanna rock prada too
all these hands masked with we proud of you
im in fendi the coat match the shoes
keep the sorry the sh+t is old news
b+tch i’m in gucci and prada
you can save yo ‘i’m sorries’ don’t bother
imma a dog vvs on my collar
they look up what i net imma baller
take a uh then take off like t’challa
it’s all cap when i say imma holla
ain’t no locking me down no kamala
off his top like a 64 impala
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