Lyrics Mama Prada Me - Marty Valentine

I got slimes that's slatt forreal
That's no cap forreal
Certified without a face tat forreal
Boy, you act forreal
Need that cheese, that mac forreal
Plays I tax forreal
Ya girl I tapped forreal
Cheeks got clapped forreal
Get the strap forreal
Mama said I'm getting pretty fat forreal
Still prettyboy, loverboy Marty
You gotta relax forreal
Still took his girl right from the party
And beat that cat forreal
Ion even trap forreal
Music money made a lot of racks forreal

Lot of racks I had to Prada me
I know my mama prada me
Lot of racks I had to Prada me
I know my mama prada me

Whoa, it's a drip drip world
Pop a lot of tags, yea
Free-band that prada
Go and digi-dash
I fucked on that bitch, then I slimed out her father
Who you call your dad? Yea
We pushed up on the spot
He ain't send me the addy
Keep it 'tween me and u, keep it Cassie
When you hear that rat-a-tat-tat, know what that means
I want the sauce, bread, with the cheese, I'm Italian
Beat it up, Rocky, then she ride like a stallion
Fake taxi, I hit that hoe
Right in the backseat
The Ps came in, dance on the work
With a lil canned heat

Lot of racks I had to Prada me
I know my mama prada me
Lot of racks I had to Prada me
I know my mama prada me