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CHRIST DILLINGER - NEW PRADA (FT. LIL DARKIE) (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
SPIDER GANG
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Ay, huh (ahuh)
Mm, mm, mm
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (uh-huh)
Designer on me drippin' make a nigga slap his momma
I'm important like Obama, hit a nigga with that llama (that llama)
You could miss me with that drama, beat a bitch like I'm her father (uh-huh, okay)
I woke up in the morning, bitch, I got me some new Prada (ooh)
I don't got no job, so I do what I wanna
Bitch, I'm on the block servin' dope 'cause it's fun (fun)
All my friends trap, got face tats, and guns
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (somewhat?)
These niggas steady hatin' man, these niggas baby fathers (bitch)
I don't got no kids so my pockets they on fat (fat)
Y'all niggas so lame man I swear y'all niggas wack (wack)
If that mans yo' nigga, why he stabbed you in the back?
Why you got so many followers but yo' music wack? (Damn)
I pull up on yo' block, niggas know me in the trap (trap)
Bitches screamin' Christ Dillinger, that is where it's at (where it's at)
Hoodrich gothboy shit, if you catch me wit' that MAC (that MAC)
I'ma blow you off the map, put a nigga on his back (his back)
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (uh-huh)
Gothboy shit, bitch I'm smokin marijuana (mm)
I do not fuck with bitches who got problems with they fathers (nope)
I only fuck with bitches who got money like Obama
I'm shooting kids up in this bitch like she's a fuckin school (I'm sorry)
I'm dancin' with some bitches, man I feel just like JaRule (mm)
You niggas buying likes, man, you think that makes you cool?
Bitch, I'm gettin' money, you can't measure that shit, ouh
Woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (damn)
Woke up in the morning, then I fucked yo' baby momma
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)
Yes I woke up in the morning already got on my Prada
Bitch, I hopped up out the crib, and I'm spittin' like I'm a llama
I be tomahawkin' niggas, he singin like he was Lana
The fauna be smokin' flora, need more of it like the commas
Hot like sauna (uh)
Good morning, my nigga, where is your Prada?
I don't have an occupation besides fuckin' on yo' daughter
Pussy slaughter
All my niggas be inking and toting weapons
Pussy nigga want my Remington, Colt, or the Smith & Wesson
Teach a lesson like a teacher or tutor, I'm always testin'
In the bleachers with my shooters we booted up never restin'
Impressing to those who matter, offending to all my haters
Walk the fuck up out the venue, you pussies, I'll see you later
I don't speak with my firearm, mama raised a debater
But if you don't wanna talk, then my pistol is not a waiter
If that bitch got a dick, then nigga it cool to fade her
I be riding on my bike to the store like a nigga Slater
He look red in his face, that human is a tomater
'Cause I'm speaking to his thot, and she hot like a fried potater
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Prada)
(Yes, I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada, huh)
(Spider Gang shit)