Rogy Gets Pussy - My Bitch Wears Prada

(Yea)
(I hit up the store the other day)
(I brought a lil change with me)
(Just a couple bills, you know)
(Bought up the whole store, bitch)
I don't need a receipt
I just need a repeat
Made it out the back streets
Yea, they thought that shit sweet
Ain't shit cool
Pulled up with a big tool
If you wanna act a fool
Whack a fool
Yea, your girl wanted me to beat
Yea, I left it minced meat
Big bands with the bigger D
Friends turn to enemies
Never get ahead of me
Pushing in that 6 speed, big speed
Pop a perc, you big fiend
Yea, I love
Counting up blues
Gimme drugs
Dumbfuck, pour me dos deuce
In the club
Bitches getting rowdy getting loose
Getting rowdy, get loose ay
Getting rowdy, get loose ay
I'm feeling tipsy off that mufucking Goosay
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
Putting up 50 50 for the mufucking wrist bling
Had to ice out for the wrist pain
I want a milli, a Rollie no Plain Jane
I ain't in the trap, but I rap 'bout the same thing
But this ain't no rap cap
I'll bust a cap at your lame gang
30s, 50s with me, there goes the bang bang
Been trynna keep a sane brain
Getting harder to maintain
I've been dealing with the same shame
Fuck it, put the Prada on my boo thang

Written by:
Keano Rogers

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