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Quadoe - Prada Me Lyrics



Quadoe - Prada Me Lyrics




My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime

Niggas be faking
I got some homies in vacants
I got some homies wit cases
Free all the dogs out the cages
I got a tech for the flagrant
My brotha snaked I gotta replace em
He on the gram talking heavy I traced em
I got it on me come so come try and take it
Swear this shit mine for the taking
She in her feelings I told her stop draking
I don't want love I'm just tryna see you naked
I got like 2k but I don't be playing

My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime

Heard them niggas be hating the real me
I'm too real though these niggas can't feel me
Ain't no stopping bitch you gotta kill me
She keep calling said quadi come drill me
I ain't on that no more you don't need me
Can't wait to say mom I'm on the TV
Can't wait til the diamonds be like VV
Ain't no feelings no more you ain't keke
And I ain't drake
But I need them blue stars in my wraith
Ain't my birthday but I get the cake
We ain't banking bitch we got a safe
If I like her take her on a date
Out to eat then went home and got ate

My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime
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My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime

Niggas be faking
I got some homies in vacants
I got some homies wit cases
Free all the dogs out the cages
I got a tech for the flagrant
My brotha snaked I gotta replace em
He on the gram talking heavy I traced em
I got it on me come so come try and take it
Swear this shit mine for the taking
She in her feelings I told her stop draking
I don't want love I'm just tryna see you naked
I got like 2k but I don't be playing

My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime

Heard them niggas be hating the real me
I'm too real though these niggas can't feel me
Ain't no stopping bitch you gotta kill me
She keep calling said quadi come drill me
I ain't on that no more you don't need me
Can't wait to say mom I'm on the TV
Can't wait til the diamonds be like VV
Ain't no feelings no more you ain't keke
And I ain't drake
But I need them blue stars in my wraith
Ain't my birthday but I get the cake
We ain't banking bitch we got a safe
If I like her take her on a date
Out to eat then went home and got ate

My momma love me kno she Prada me
Wit my niggas and I got some vibes wit me
Niggas hating and I know they tired of me
Is he getting to a bag he gotta be
No I can't stop
Not even if a nigga tried
Ya niggas seen it they ain't ride
My homies seen it and he died
I need them diamonds in my watch
Buss it down I can't even see the time
Touch her down ain't no time left on the clock
Punt her now mean she getting out the spot
Bullets flying niggas dying
Blowing techs if he get outta line
You not my homie not my slime
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Writer: Quadir Donaldson
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Performed By: Quadoe
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Quadir Donaldson

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