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pi'erre bourne - prada pants lyrics

she give me piñata, she gone bust it open
b+tch i’m from the bottom, n+ggas keep on [?]
money blew it so [?], all my money rolling
hit it from the back, yeah, shе want me to hold hands
thinking about them racks, (wait) like i work at [?]
smoking on a pack, (wait) rolling up your old friеnds
man that ass so fat, (wait) she want me to go again
she don’t know my tracks, (wait) must be a magnolia fan
she throw me the cat, (ay) i feel like a doja fan
when i get that bag, (wait) man i do the soulja dance
call me 80 racks, (wait) why you try exposing me?
boy you know that’s cap, (ay) i ain’t even want your bands

the hood show me love every time i come home
ain’t no [?], but i can buy what i want
new prada pants, i’m rocking maries no more
why these n+ggas mad, man the h+ll if i know
the hood show me love every time i come home
ain’t no [?], but i can buy what i want
new prada pants, i’m rocking maries no more
why these n+ggas mad, man the h+ll if i know
n+gga [?]
i’m running it up, [?]
she sucking my d+ck, i cum in her mouth
run this sh+t, it come in your house
feel like [?], you get a [?]
[?]
fresh to death like [?]
[?]
stack my money like i’m playing tetris
throw her the money, look like confetti
i got the sauce, like spaghetii
[?]

- pierre bourne lyrics

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