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Prada (feat. Pat) Video (MV)




Performed By: Agpoon
Length: 3:50
Written by: Tanner Agpoon




Agpoon - Prada (feat. Pat) Lyrics
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Get it how I get it, watching digits turn to commas
Listen to the rhythm putting strings inside the opera
Different beginnings, but he grew up singing gospel
Progress, and now he's singing for the audience
No problems
Promised baby girl that I got options
Coachella, coach bags, do lolla
Upgraded apprentice to the master
Imma monster
Light ganja
I never rocked no designer, no prada
And now the boy throw cash, throw moshpits
I go deep, go deep, hit tonsils
This is nonsense
Now the shawtys gon' follow where I go
I tried to hit the store, they takin pictures on they phone
Circle got smaller and now I'm reachin' all my goals
I ain't hiding in the back no more, take roll
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
My off-white still off-brand
Six figures off of a Mac and a mic stand
Quit rap, might start a 'lil rock band
12 strings plus a couple one night stands
Beating on drums
Momma still mad I've been smelling like skunks
The kid has a pen, I ain't flex no guns
I still shoot how I shot back in 2001
I'm done biting my tongue
I won't let a beat pause
Spit new shit until all my teeth gone
Told my family and my friends that Imma be a rockstar
Now they call me lost cause
Oh well, new city, lost dogs
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
'Bout to bring this whole house down
Turn Manhattan to a ghost town
Half-king with about a half-crown left
Last breath with the mic check, word
Flip and reverse
And Kirsten been on my nerves
Running out of words
Now stop, I didn't come here for no Pop
Coming through with the hard rock nonstop
Air max with the shorts
It's Pat, yeah of course
I be dripping like a bird bath
All black with the surf trap, you heard that?
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
Where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
Where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
Where do, where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
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Get it how I get it, watching digits turn to commas
Listen to the rhythm putting strings inside the opera
Different beginnings, but he grew up singing gospel
Progress, and now he's singing for the audience
No problems
Promised baby girl that I got options
Coachella, coach bags, do lolla
Upgraded apprentice to the master
Imma monster
Light ganja
I never rocked no designer, no prada
And now the boy throw cash, throw moshpits
I go deep, go deep, hit tonsils
This is nonsense
Now the shawtys gon' follow where I go
I tried to hit the store, they takin pictures on they phone
Circle got smaller and now I'm reachin' all my goals
I ain't hiding in the back no more, take roll
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
My off-white still off-brand
Six figures off of a Mac and a mic stand
Quit rap, might start a 'lil rock band
12 strings plus a couple one night stands
Beating on drums
Momma still mad I've been smelling like skunks
The kid has a pen, I ain't flex no guns
I still shoot how I shot back in 2001
I'm done biting my tongue
I won't let a beat pause
Spit new shit until all my teeth gone
Told my family and my friends that Imma be a rockstar
Now they call me lost cause
Oh well, new city, lost dogs
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
'Bout to bring this whole house down
Turn Manhattan to a ghost town
Half-king with about a half-crown left
Last breath with the mic check, word
Flip and reverse
And Kirsten been on my nerves
Running out of words
Now stop, I didn't come here for no Pop
Coming through with the hard rock nonstop
Air max with the shorts
It's Pat, yeah of course
I be dripping like a bird bath
All black with the surf trap, you heard that?
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
Where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
Where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
Where do, where do we go now? (Got Prada, got problems, got bills)
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
No Prada, no Prada in my closet
My problems just got larger
No dollars in my pocket, I'm still Coppin
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Writer: Tanner Agpoon
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