Incarnacion - Prada Party

Aye, Aye
We gon' make some sound
We gon' make them bodies drop to the fucking ground
You already know that we comin' with that loud sound
It's the new wave, yeah
It's the New Age, yeah
Time to do our thing all over them, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got these bitches shakin' ass in my room
Got these bitches trippin' off a fucking shroom
Go and make some room
I'm tryna lay between you two
Go and make some fuckin' room for that new, new
Balenci
Margiela
Dior
Brothers are ready to kill when the time comes
They ready to go
They set it off and let off some smoke
Big smoke to the dome
We take your bitch, you don't deserve that hoe
Pour up a four and count up this roll
Gave my babies Celine, Chanel
We in Prada
We ready to go
At the Prada party, they ready to blow
Sippin' wockesha
Sippin' on that yurr
Yeah I'm feelin' like a Rockstar
Sippin' on that lean wockesha
Yeah I feel like a Wockstar
Wockstar faded off that yurr
My baby, I get it, now I'm sippin' wockesha
Yeah, pour me up another fuckin' deuce, I need it
Now, baby, go ahead and go and bleed it, I need it
I see you, I know that we in a Prada Party
Yeah, don't play, don't play with me, yeah baby
Keep that kay, that iron with me yeah baby
You'll feel this energy, yeah baby
And we're ready to blow in designer baby
Don't even try to play with me
On my momma, nigga
It be that stick, nigga

Written by:
Incarnacion C

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