Prada You

DY Krazy

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Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless

And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary

And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed

I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage

No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is

Came a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys

I know some niggas don't take care of they kids

They don't call 'em daddy

And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats

Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready

Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry

And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me

Actuality, they treated me unfairly

You put your friends in our business

You know they dying for attention

'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend

L-O-V-E, do you love me?

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me

Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me

If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky

And you better tell the world that you love me

That you love me, yeah

Do you love me?

Do you love me? Yeah

And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it

Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin'

You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin'

I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing

I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin'

When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it

Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing

When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck

I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too

I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you

Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom

I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon

Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue

And you be feeling like the man in the empty room

I don't gotta force you for the pussy