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yung tilla - prada bae lyrics

got a couple bad shorties on the way
hit a humid on the dash i be switching lanes
shorty not my girlfriend that’s my prada bae
she know i’m the bossman mr. hunnid k
i been in the studio since six+ forty five
shorty told me slide so i hit that overdrive
pop+star like i’m drake what a time to be alive
shorty giving top got me screaming oh my god
redbone with some attitude, yeah i like that
she a stallion, a big freak, throw it right back
thats my prada bae, imma let her spend the whole check
yeah you know she mine cause we got that matching rolex

d+mn. guess the uber’s on the way
i got a spanish mami calling me like ándale
she love when i blow the bag, that’s my prada bae
shorty you know why i came, i ain’t here to stay
d+mn. guess the uber’s on the way
i got a spanish mami calling me like ándale
she love when i blow the bag, that’s my prada bae
shorty you know why i came, i ain’t here to stay
shawty be acting fooly
why you be actin’ bougee
when you know ill throw the bag when you give it to me
you know i’ll make you scream
when i take you there
cuz when i get it
imma k!ll it
imma keep yo legs in the air
lemme tell you what we finna do
grab yo girls that like girls shawty bring em through
we got em mixing up the liquor like it’s jungle juice
wanna run it up
so i let her run it up all night
shawty be playing both sides
but shawty i’m liking yo vibe
so you can go grab whatever you like
alright

d+mn! guess the uber’s on the way
i got a spanish mami calling me like ándale
she love when i blow the bag, that’s my prada bae
shorty you know why i came, i ain’t here to stay
d+mn. guess the uber’s on the way
i got a spanish mami calling me like ándale
she love when i blow the bag, that’s my prada bae
shorty you know why i came, i ain’t here to stay
i’m in my bag like doritos or tottino’s
but i see you holding back can you please tell me the reason?
i can see them secrets, that you trying to hold within
not your deepest fears, you love your vicki’s how you’re showing em (d+mn)
but it don’t matter at all
call your girls, bring a friend, and we’re having a ball
got a man? he ain’t here so we ain’t caring at all
don’t question just call
the dress code is your drawers
then them shots kept hitting like uppercut from michael
woke up like d+mn where the did the night go
phone ringing and it’s wifey on the ringtone
bae on the way you ain’t gotta go home but

- yung tilla lyrics

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