Letra de PRADA - AKA

(Feat. ["Khuli Chana"])

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers (Uh huh, aah huh)

I bought you fifty roses, gift wrapped in hundreds (Mcwaah)

I know you can't see through my mind

Flex on me sometimes

That's just what I like, yeah

I bought you fifty roses, gift wrapped in hundreds (Mcwaah)

Top Level

Pulled up, make all the girls jealous

French kiss me in my section

Drunk sex me in my kitchen (Uh, uh)

Whats next? Valentines never made sense

These girls wanna have blessings

These girls don't want no teddies

Gaup for the mani & pedi

Soft with the Louis and Fendi

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers (Uh huh, aah huh)

I bought you fifty roses, gift wrapped in hundreds (Mcwaah)

(Northside, shit happens)

(That's life)

(Phoenix rise from the ash, let's ride)

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers (Uh huh, aah huh)

Life begins at 40, wifey just bought me my first Rollie

I'm sayin' goodbyes to the old me, Bophelo bo soft, hake sole (hake sole)

Cheques cleared, now we checked-in

Dilo di chang'ile, interesting

Skipping lines at the PRADA store, now that is the kinda content we signed up for

Red bow on the G-Wagon

Untie the blindfold, look where we headin'

(Loungin' in some island, mean muggin', no smilin')

Sky to the ground till we hit the floor

Tlisa bill let me sign it off

You got to buy me Prada, don't buy me flowers (Mcwaah)

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