Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prada Process, artist - Guapdad 4000. Album song Dior Deposits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TWNSHP
Song language: English
Prada Process |
If I let go, call this off |
Would I be normal like the way I was? |
'Cause even though, I’m all alone |
I’d much prefer to live the way I want |
Yeah |
You think I like having to do this to you niggas? |
You think I like pullin' up and hurtin' feelings? |
You think I like crushin' egos? |
On niggas tryna reload, because I know they not shootin' niggas |
Look at what I had to do with' us |
How you fail Bandcamp? |
You could have blew with us |
Elevated since way down and move 'em up |
You doin' right but we don’t care, we call that doin' Russ |
Take the «N"out of munch 'cause you not eating much |
I got my bread in the crunch like I’m eatin' dutch |
Yeah, the waves started micro, we heatin' up |
I left my Left Eye open, niggas creepin' up |
I got chilly, I was rappin' in bars in Atlanta |
Pulled up in a uber, J Cole he took the Phantom |
Goin' Ghost on a buster, my Goyard is mustard |
The Cartier crow, rich creek, I’m eatin' custard |
Flew a bitch from Buffalo, my Cartier is buffalo |
My wing sauce is buffalo, I’m way too hot |
I work the dough like at Domino’s |
They spotted him like dominos |
And knocked him down like dominos, his ass got popped |
On my Mama, I been doin' different |
On my Mama, I been tryin' my fuckin' best not to be out here trippin' |
Come from immigrants, I’m livin' different |
We was foolin' with them cards, we shoulda been magicians, ha |
What don’t I get about saving money? |
I know I made money, so why the fuck is it I can’t stack up? |
My little brother like to toast, something like a Lil' Boat |
When he hit you with that Yachty, bet you niggas act up |
Like, period, City Boys |
Gotta buss, makin' noise |
The little shit is all progress |
Just gotta trust the Prada process |
Well, I’m finally here to talk some shit |
Well, I finally get to say some words |
The way I speak so direct on these songs |
It’s like I didn’t even make a verse |
I get paid for my play on words |
In Indonesia, walkin' and connecting with the people |
I done spent a lotta money and we still not equal |
I flex by givin' back, 'cause that other shit I could do |
But wouldn’t sleep well, real nigga, so true |
But, don’t excuse me from the vices |
I take care of business first, and then I’m swiping |
I’m in the club looking so undelighted |
You in my section looking so uninvited |
You sendin' bottles but you talk shit in private |
I see the future, baby, I’m just being honest |
For every time I thought I was ready, I had to find out that |
God was on the sideline, yelling «Time out», yeah |
Now my Rolex gold, with diamonds around the rim |
Lookin' for some more shit to put some diamonds in |
Might put 'em all on a Koolaid picture |
Just to let 'em know where I came from nigga |
I remember when we was burnin' steaks on the stove |
Now it’s medium steaks on a lake in a boat |
My bank called, said you’re making progress (Yeah, yeah) |
You just gotta trust the Prada process (Yeah, yeah) |
Are we good James Delguapo? |
If I let go, call this off |
Would I be normal like the way I was? |
'Cause even though, I’m all alone |
I’d much prefer to live the way I want- |