Lyrics Prada - AKA feat. Khuli Chana

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers, uh-huh, ah-huh
I bought you 50 roses, gift wrapped in hundreds, mcwaah
I know you can't see through my mind
Flex on me sometimes
That's just what I like, yeah
I bought you 50 roses, gift wrapped in hundreds, mcwaah

Top Level
Pulled up, make all the girls jealous
French kiss me in my section
Drunk sex me in my kitchen (uh, uh)
Whats next? Valentines never made sense
These girls wanna have blessings
These girls don't want no teddiеs
Guap for the mani' and pedi'
Soft with the Louis and Fеndi

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers, uh-huh, ah-huh
I bought you 50 roses, gift wrapped in hundreds, mcwaah
(Northside, shit happens)
(That's life)
(Phoenix rise from the ash, let's ride)
You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers, uh-huh, ah-huh

Life begins at 40, wifey just bought me my first Rollie
I'm sayin' goodbyes to the old me, Bophelo bo soft, hake sole (hake sole)
Cheques cleared, now we checked-in
Dilo di chang'ile, interesting
Skipping lines at the Prada store, now that is the kinda content we signed up for
Red bow on the G-Wagon
Untie the blindfold, look where we headin'
(Loungin' in some island, mean muggin', no smilin')
Sky to the ground till we hit the floor
T'lisa bill let me sign it off

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers, mcwaah