Wild Wes - BLUR lyrics

Hook Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Making all that bag. Haters won't admit Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread Verse Got my diamonds clean Yeah, that shining bright B***h you still hating Best get out my sight You ain't made for this Critics don't know s**t These punks might make a diss That's the end of bliss Shut yo weak a** up Grab the Bible cuz I ain't here to bluff I ain't here to fuss I just want the bread I just want the cheese I just want the green Ice is what I need This the Neon World You don't know my world Give me my respect Don't you take a step If you start to dissing You might lose your rep JK about that line I'm not about those ways I doing this for fun We doing this for days Oh wait, we never lit Never made no hits We always making hits We always making hits Yeah, i'm with these fans My tracks might never miss Hook Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Making all that bag. Haters won't admit Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap Making all that bag. Haters won't admit Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread