Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pink Prada Shoes And A Burberry Trench Coat, artist - Fijimacintosh. Date of issue: 08.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pink Prada Shoes And A Burberry Trench Coat |
| Take care of my momma 'cause she raised me |
| She want Five Guys, took her to Five Guys |
| Ayy |
| Izak made this one |
| Walk like a check, bitch, I talk like a check, uh |
| Spent twenty thousand dollars, I ain’t even sweat, uh |
| I just got like sixty K and put it on my neck, uh |
| Bitch, I’m in the hood, I ain’t Hollywood yet |
| Chopper make you flip like a fuckin' Tech Deck |
| Board the jet just to catch my wrist, uh |
| Can’t go to the mall for no Urban Outfit, uh |
| Pink Prada shoes and a Burberry trench, uh |
| King of the jungle like I’m livin' Tarzan |
| So damn high, feel like I’m moonwalkin' |
| Look at how you stare when the boy walk in |
| Comme des Garçons, I’m the one she wantin' |
| I done rock the motherfuckin' Hilfiger, ayy |
| And I’m at the top, these niggas gon' hear a nigga, ayy |
| And I’m in the field with my lil' niggas, ayy |
| Take care of my mama, 'cause who will, nigga? |
| Walk like a check, bitch, I talk like a check, uh |
| Spent twenty thousand dollars, I ain’t even sweat, uh |
| I just got like sixty K and put it on my neck, uh |
| Bitch, I’m in the hood, I ain’t Hollywood yet |
| Chopper make you flip like a fuckin' Tech Deck |
| Board the jet just to catch my wrist, uh |
| Can’t go to the mall for no Urban Outfit, uh |
| Pink Prada shoes and a Burberry trench, uh |
| You ain’t gang, gang (Blatt), you ain’t gang, gang (Blatt) |
| We on the same thing (Gang), switchin' both lanes (Slatt) |
| With your main thing (Yeah), smokin' propane (Bitch) |
| I got two Glocks, feel like Max Payne (Woo, woo, woo) |
| You don’t want war (Bitch), put your best out |
| Put your chest out (Blat), then get stretched out |
| Feel like Deadpool, sending headshots |
| All this water on my neck, I can’t go in a drought |
| Woah, I got a check, bitch, I talk like a check, uh |
| Spent twenty thousand dollars, I ain’t even sweat, uh |
| I just got like sixty K and put it on my neck, uh |
| Bitch, I’m in the hood, I ain’t Hollywood yet |
| Chopper make you flip like a fuckin' Tech Deck |
| Board the jet just to catch my wrist, uh |
| Can’t go to the mall for no Urban Outfit, uh |
| Pink Prada shoes and a Burberry trench, uh |