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pradabagshawty - tangled up lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, it’s dtm in this m+th+f+cka’)
(say what? wait, stay down, wait)
(wait, stay down, wait, say wait)
(wait, hold on, wait, hold on, wait, hold on)

[chorus]
i got tangled up with two white hoes, we made a oreo
i got too much money for these hoes be playin’ on my phone
ridin’ with drakeesha, tryna catch an opp, make sh+t explode
why you try my bruh? like, we won’t come through, get sh+t peter rolled
she like how i dump the clip, swap out the mag, i don’t reload
i got b+tches waitin’ to eat my d+ck, yo’ bougie ass can go
sixty+round cravecta on my glock, young prada shoot it better
then i put that switchy on that b+tch, i’m tryna k!ll his brethren
yes, i spent lil’ buddy for that dissin’, it wasn’t ’bout no women
if yo’ b+tch bad, better hold her tight, young prada trippin’
at the studio, split the fake perc’, b+tch, you know we grillin’
talkin’ ’bout he my opp, but used to flex my bankroll in his pictures

[verse]
(wait, huh, wait, huh, wait, huh, wait)
i ain’t got time to play with folks, so i’m tryna go get this money, huh
yass ain’t in the trap, he dumb ass, always touchin’ somethin’
n+gga beat his b+tch, tryna buy her bags and take her shopping, (b+tch)
n+gga playin’ dumb like he don’t know why the opps droppin’
if they drop that, bag, i rest that boy, i get real violent
infinite drac’ with a mock stock, i hit that, brr, these b+tches not stoppin’
i’m gon’ pop my glock just like yo’ freak ho pop a p+ssy
i step on that boy, he ricky
i thought tango f+cked the glock so fast, you thought it was a fully
shoot a vid with a n+gga, ho, watch it like a movie
pulled up trippin’, think he finna shop, run off with his goodies
n+gga got booked for that 40 glock, he ain’t slide on nothin’
broke ass n+gga tryna shop, tax that boy, you know he country
(what, and i, come on)
heard that n+gga dissin’, shoot him in his leg, he hop like bunny
n+gga talkin’ about smoke, can’t be talkin’ to me, he ain’t got no money
pull that baby glock up out my pants, they ain’t know young prada was clutchin’
take that rich sh+t out your name, you know your mama give you munyun
i had f+ck around hit this stick too hard, i’m rich, i bought a new gun
boy, stop lyin’, yo trap not jumpin’, cap ass, n+gga, can’t even show none’
and my opp broke as f+ck, that p+ssy ass boy can’t afford no haircut
[chorus]
i got tangled up with two white hoes, we made a oreo
i got too much money for these hoes be playin’ on my phone
ridin’ with drakeesha, tryna catch an opp, make sh+t explode
why you try my bruh? like, we won’t come through, get sh+t peter rolled
she like how i dump the clip, swap out the mag, i don’t reload
i got b+tches waitin’ to eat my d+ck, yo’ bougie ass can go
sixty+round cravecta on my glock, young prada shoot it better
then i put that switchy on that b+tch, i’m tryna k!ll his brethren
yes, i spent lil’ buddy for that dissin’, it wasn’t ’bout no women
if yo’ b+tch bad, better hold her tight, young prada trippin’
at the studio, split the fake perc’, b+tch, you know we grillin’
talkin’ ’bout he my opp, but used to flex my bankroll in his pictures
(borke ass n+gga)

- pradabagshawty lyrics

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