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pradabagshawty - franklin lyrics

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[intro]
(yeah)
(huh, ayeee, yuh)
(huh, ah–ah, huh, ah)
(huh, heyyy, yeah)
(huh, yooo, yeah)
(aye, 5love, keep this sh+t rollin’)
(yeah, huh, yeah)
yo

[chorus]
ho feel like uzi, i love her wit’ rage
why’d i cut you off, then try to play wit’ you?
on the road, i’m gon’ rock out the stage
on a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
know lil’ yotti gon’ shoot it for days
young brew trippin’, they not finna play wit’ you
if you go to sleep, just keep that k wit’ you
prada c+cky and poppin’, don’t follow rules

[post+chorus]
that ain’t love, you still stuck on that petty+sh+t
that ain’t love, you f+cked up, you a petty b+tch
i don’t buy her the “shh”; she gon’ throw a fit
in the splat i got lego+box on the stick
in the back of the splat, it’s a hot+box
from the block to the hills, jus’ like franklin
wit’ my dawg, i just bought me a new chop’
i go back to the block, to my pavement
[verse 1]
know young prada5 bringin’ that cake aht
shopping spree, everyday be your birthday
she go vivienne prince, she a mermaid
i go crazy, i don’t got no perc’+thang
feel like drake, i just need me a one+dance
like yb, i was blind when they crossed me
i don’t wan’ shoot the chop’, it got kickback
put a “brr” on the back of that glock+thang

[verse 2]
oh, you went overseas, but ain’t pop nun’?
ho, you broke as the f+ck, b+tch, you need me
grab a .30, ain’t shootin’ no stock+gun
boy, don’t play wit’ the ‘5’, know i’m bleeding
them boys told me, “you f+cked on that b+tch, boy”
i’ma slime that boy out, he gon’ feel me
i’ma slime that ho out, she gon’ feel me
ho, you brought so much mo’f+ckin’ pain to me

[verse 3]
hop in the 3+9+and+deuce tags
shoot up the spot, they already know it was me
i f+cked that ho on the xan’, the guap
kicked that ho out, she wasn’t nun’ to me
she f+cked it up for, like, all the hoes
i don’t even got no more love in me
f+cked up, i was jus’ playin’ my part
locked down, i ain’t had nun’ to eat
[chorus]
ho feel like uzi, i love her wit’ rage
why’d i cut you off, then try to play wit’ you?
on the road, i’m gon’ rock out the stage
on a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
know lil’ yotti gon’ shoot it for days
young brew trippin’, they not finna play wit’ you
if you go to sleep, just keep that k wit’ you
prada c+cky and poppin’, don’t follow rules

[post+chorus]
that ain’t love, you still stuck on that petty+sh+t
that ain’t love, you f+cked up, you a petty b+tch
i don’t buy her the “shh”; she gon’ throw a fit
in the splat i got lego+box on the stick
in the back of the splat, it’s a hot+box
from the block to the hills, jus’ like franklin
wit’ my dawg, i just bought me a new chop’
i go back to the block, to my pavement



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