Young T & Bugsey - Prada Bae lyrics

[Intro] Quincy tell 'em [Chorus: Bugsey] (yeah) Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way F*ck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy Shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go) [Verse 1: Nafe Smallz] I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clеan, spend a whip on these robеs Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way) Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go) Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah) Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know [Refrain: Nafe Smallz] She gon get me lit, ayy, ayy She just spent an hour on this dick, ayy, ayy Posin' for a pic, ayy, ayy We be makin' porn in the crib, ayy, ayy They just buyin' Louis call it drip, ayy They don't even know they look sh*t, yeah Someone tell 'em buy a new fit, yeah Still jewelry shoppin', all my jewelry is lit, yeah (oh, yeah) Money talks and it never talks sh*t, let's go [Verse 2: Young T] Big face all on my wrist, coochie wet, I slip in GLE tint came with meddlin' kids Sweets fillin' in sticks, I Fendi my b*tch I was down on my jibs Now I'm steppin' like this (like this, like this) I was the ni**a that they was countin' out Now I caught a licky, they wanna sign me out Yo, take the milli', where the house? I'm up in Bentley like the 'Tayga I might drive it out (yoom) Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out (bling) Vogue model, she wanna ride me out (muah) Ain't speakin' on what I'm findin' out Yo, dig up the whistle they wanna iron it out (yeah) I make her tip toe Forty on my neck, that's a big show Need more money on my head, that's an insult Grew up as a sinner now we rich though (yeah) [Chorus: Bugsey] Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way F*ck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy Shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go) [Refrain: Nafe Smallz] I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way) Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go) Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah) Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know [Verse 3: Bugsey] New Chanaynay, size 41 I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits You can't come again, it's already done I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (addicts) Get my Rollie out the green box I got a gallon of water, wrist watch like a freezer Buy the shop, can't make my G's watch We goin' London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza (zoom) Big rocks lookin' hefty (oh) In the polo club I'm on a jetski (hey, hey) Phone call from the west wing Screamin', "Free the guys!" until the guys free (free the guys) And my Bonnie cold like a eski' We got matchin' Rollies and they Presi' Put my girl in fashion that's expensive (aye) Still I pull up on you in the trenches [Chorus: Bugsey] Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way F*ck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy Shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go) [Refrain: Nafe Smallz] I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way) Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go) Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah) Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know