Prada Pancakes

Lyrics
Make a squirt, make a flirt I got Prada pancakes in my Gucci fridge We smokin' blunts, back to back, gettin' how you livin' I creep at night, pass the light, find my brain fried Sniffin' coke, going broke at the same time Gettin' higher, demons dancin' in the fire Holocaust on my wrist, do we slugger with the barbed wire We rollin' like a car tire Loud packs they burnin' like a car fire Bad bitch Mae Young can't touch me Ride around town on that black chrome huffie She can't trust me, and I can't trust myself I'm down on myself, smokin' top shelf Hammer on the hip, young Tim Tate Catch mе roll the ring pimpin' Ricky Jay I saw my soul for a go, bro I saw my soul for a go, bro I got money on my mind, goth bitches on my dick Got a quartеr pound of perc, man I'm tryna catch a lick, bruh, bruh I got money on my mind I got money on my mind I got money on my mind, goth bitches on my dick Got a quarter pound of perc, man I'm tryna catch a lick, bruh, bruh I got money on my mind, I got money on my mind Money draws, hoes already know know Money draws, hoes already know know Money draws, hoes already know know Money draws on, money, money draws on Bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- Wavy Jone$