paroles de chanson New Prada - CHRIST DILLINGER , Lil Darkie
Ayy
huh
(ahuh)
Mhm
mhm
mhm
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
(uhuh)
Designer
on
me
drippin'
make
a
nigga
slap
his
momma
I'm
important
like
Obama
(like
llama)
Hit
a
nigga
with
that
llama
(that
llama)
You
could
miss
me
with
that
drama
(uhuh)
Beat
a
bitch
like
I'm
her
father
(okay)
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
Bitch
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
I
don't
got
no
job
so
I
do
what
I
wanna
Bitch
I'mm
on
the
block
servin'
dope
cause
it's
fun
(fun)
All
my
friends
trap,
got
face
tats,
and
guns
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
And
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
(some
what?)
These
niggas
steady
hatin'
man
These
niggas
baby
fathers
(bitch)
I
don't
got
no
kids
so
my
pockets
they
on
fat
(fat)
Y'all
niggas
so
lame
man
I
swear
y'all
niggas
whack
(whack)
If
that
mans
yo
nigga
why
he
stabbed
you
in
the
back?
Why
you
got
so
many
followers
but
yo
music
whack?
(damn)
I
pull
up
on
yo
block
Niggas
know
me
in
the
trap
(trap)
Bitches
screamin
Christ
Dillinger
That
is
where
it's
at
(where
it's
at)
Hoodrich
gothboy
shit
If
you
catch
me
wit
that
mac
(that
mac)
I'ma
blow
you
off
the
map
(that
map)
Put
a
nigga
on
his
back
(his
back)
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
(uhuh)
Gothboy
shit
Bitch
I'm
smokin
marijuana
(mhm)
I
do
not
fuck
with
bitches
who
got
problems
with
they
fathers
(nope)
I
only
fuck
with
bitches
who
got
money
like
obama
I'm
shooting
kids
up
in
this
Bitch
like
she's
a
fuckin
school
(im
sorry)
Im
dancin
with
some
bitches
Man
I
feel
just
like
Jah
Rule
(mhm)
You
niggas
buying
likes
Man
you
think
that
makes
you
cool?
Bitch
I'm
gettin
money
You
can't
measure
that
shit,
ouh
Woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
(damn)
Woke
up
in
the
morning
then
I
fucked
yo
baby
momma
Yes,
yes
(yeah,
yeah)
Yes,
yes
(yeah,
yeah)
Yes
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
already
got
on
my
Prada
Bitch
I
hopped
up
out
the
crib
and
I'm
spittin
like
im
a
llama
I
be
tomahawkin
niggas
he
singin
like
he
was
Lana
The
fauna
be
smokin
flora
need
more
of
it
like
the
commas
Hot
like
sauna
(uh)
Good
morning
my
nigga
where
is
your
Prada?
I
dont
have
an
occupation
besides
fuckin'
on
yo
daughter
Pussy
slaughter
All
my
niggas
be
inking
and
toting
weapons
Pussy
nigga
want
my
Remington,
Colt,
or
the
Smith
& Wesson
Teach
a
lesson
like
a
teacher
or
tutor,
I'm
always
testin'
In
the
bleachers
with
my
shooters
we
booted
up
never
restin'
Impressing
to
those
who
matter,
offending
to
all
my
haters
Walk
the
fuck
up
out
the
venue
you
pussies
I'll
see
you
later
I
dont
speak
on
firearm,
mama
raised
a
debater
But
if
you
dont
wanna
talk
then
my
pistol
is
not
a
waiter
If
that
bitch
got
a
dick
then
nigga
it
cool
to
fade
her
I
be
riding
on
my
bike
to
the
store
like
a
nigga
Slater
He
look
red
in
his
face,
that
human
is
a
tomater
Cuz
im
speaking
to
his
thot
and
she
hot
like
a
fried
potater
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada
(Prada)
(Yes
I
woke
up
in
the
morning
and
I
got
me
some
new
Prada,
huh)
(Spider
Gang
shit)
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