PradaCurse – Trilogy Lyrics
Artist: PradaCurse
Song: Trilogy
Wake up, F1LTHY
Prada, you made that?
Tell her-tell her I’m hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin’ I made this sh#t happend
I’m blowin’ her back in and spin it in action
No f#cks about the traction
That ain’t what we talkin’ bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, b#tch, I’m rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh’f#ckin’ Oprah
Thick b#tch by my side, name Jenny
Left side phone, bout to hit her with the caddy
Shooting back to back like a motherf#ckin’ trilogy
Grrah, its a headshot
f#ck her from the back, make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me, I keep all the shots
You is my son, boy, just sh#t down
Hit ’em with the top of dope with like two rounds
Put the K on his head, now he up now
Beat for the back til’ the muh’f#ckin’ sundown
Double up the clip, .50 on me so you know I’m legit
Gang, gang, we over here with the clip
I’m born on F, so they call me a jit
.45 roll ’em up on the spliff
Shorty can feel my side, had to put inside, you know I’m Prada, huh?
I get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah, you already know I did it first
Shout out my brother Santana
I gotta [?] her, pour a four up in the fanta
Run up on that boy, came two shots on his head
Now that boy dead now
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Release Year: 2021