New Prada Lyrics

[Intro: Christ Dillinger]
Ayy huh (ahuh)
Mhm mhm mhm

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
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 f*ck with bitches who got problems with they fathers (nope)
I only f*ck with bitches who got money like obama
I'm shooting kids up in this bitch like she's a f*ckin 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 f*cked yo baby momma
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
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 f*ckin' on yo daughter
p*ssy slaughter
All my niggas be inking and toting weapons
p*ssy 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 f*ck 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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