Prada Curse - trilogy (feat. BabySantana)

(Wake up Filthy)
(Prada you made that)
Teller Teller hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major no cappin
I made that shit happen
I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action
No fucks bout' the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out
Stick by my side
Might just pull up when I drive
Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah
Thick bitch by my side named Jenny
Left side phone bout' to hit her with a caddy
Shootin' back to back to back like mufuckin' trilogy
(graahh) It's a headshot
Fuck you from the back
Make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me
I call all the shots
You was my son lil boy just sit down
Hit em' with the top of dome with like two rounds
Put a hundred k' on his head now he uptown
Hit that bitch from the back till' the mufuckin' sundown
Dump out the clip
Fifty on me so you know i'm legit
Gang gang yeah we out with the clique
I'm born in the F' so they call me a jit
Forty five roll em' up in a spliff
Shawty had too much pride
Had to put it aside
You know i'm prada her
I get the guap and I stack it up daily
Yeah you already know that I did it first
Shoutout my brudda' Santana
I gotta ban her
Pour the four in the fanta
Run up on that boy get two shots to your head (graahh)
Now that boy dead down
Teller Teller hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major no cappin
I made that shit happen
I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action
No fucks bout' the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out
Stick by my side
Might just pull up when I drive
Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah
oohhh
We send him up to sky
We laughing at you cause you not that guy
We send him up and we tell him goodbye
She eat me up like a taco
Tweakin' em' diamonds they look like a lego
Look at me i got one eye like a cyclone
She at the crib she need something to bite on
We shootin' movies I'm feeling like taco
Put me up onto the (aahhh)
Put me up onto the shoes like a Hyro
Just like lil faygo make her hit a high note
(aahhhh)
Pull up on that boy we goin' hit em' up with that fye'
(graahh) I ain't goin' stop now
Run it back with that forth when i hit em' with that tye'
Lil boy that's facts no cap
Whippin' the pot you know its off when i saw him
One three on my back bitch I feel like I'm harden
I ain't callin the shots but you know that I'm ballin'
Keep twinuzis like my name autumn
Teller Teller hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major no cappin
I made that shit happen
I'm blowin' her back in and spin it with action
No fucks bout' the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out
Stick by my side
Might just pull up when I drive
Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah
(okay thank you goodnight)
(aye say yo hoe ass nigga what is she sayin bruh)

Written by:
Arahan Bhattacharjee, Steven Lewis

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