Nada To Prada
Title | Nada To Prada |
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Artist | Bankz Talio |
Album | Nova FLO |
Release Date | 2020-03-18 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | {CHORUS} I run with some killers I run with some monster Lil nigga you fraud imposter We eat the noodles not the pastas Pull up on you blowing smoke like a Rasta I want the money not clout And she Shaking her ass for the gram Ooh you withchu ur friend he could get popped Nigga I don’t give Dammm Ooh she wanna play, making moves outta state I made vow, chasing bags everyday I Pray to god, let my Patna bit the case That’s wasn’t all They made him go on the race {BRIDGE} What go {VERSE} Use to serve bags by the playground Now riding round with a 100 round Shoot him in the head dats a man down Ion give no fucks if they hate me Quit all that kappin get ur bread up It’s a price on ur head till you pay us I got love for brothers since day 1 I Can’t sleep I be think about the profits Picture me riding around in a Bentley In the trap boy you know I ain’t fronting When I pop out u know that I’m stunning Yea that young nigga came up from nothing Say you real u gon have to show me Al Pacino I’m the plug with the socket Movado my wrist and i gucci my collar Had to work harder and smarter You ain’t on it if you ain’t bout the cash True story mimi went on a dash He tried to run off he got shot in the back They move like the seals u won’t hear they coming On top of the mountain you know where to find me I stay out the way cuz this life ain’t game I pray to Allah we see better days I was in streets and it wasn’t safe I sit back and think while I face an eighth We was down bad they cannot relate Why they gon change on me now? I’m on the road to the riches Problems on problems didn’t know how to cope Till a young nigga went and got him a pole Ducking patrol tryna send a load If you get it stash it and don’t tell a soul They gon wanna take it gotta keep a chrome Paper chasing I ain’t had a job Broke my wrist in the pot whipping the rockkk On to of my shit the niggas can’t stop us You might also like{CHORUS} I run with some killers I run with some monster Lil nigga you fraud imposter We eat the noodles not the pastas, Pull up on you blowing smoke like a Rasta I want the money not clout And she shake her ass for the gram Ooh you withchu ur friend he could get popped Nigga I don’t give Dammm Ooh she wanna play, making moves outta state I made vow, chasing bags everyday I Pray to god, let my Patna bit the case That’s wasn’t all, they made him go on the race |