Prada Bwah - New Cologne lyrics

You wifing these hoes I'm WiFing em Gotta keep these hoes connected Like some wiring I should tie my shoes Im way too high man Ur girl Get around like wheels She tiring Wake up then bake up I like b**hes with no make up Before I leave the house I make sure that I'm shaped up It's not tailored but it's fitted It's not expensive nor rented She don't see me but she hear me She walked pa** and dizzy Bet she leave with me VERSE 2 Cold bottles and more drinks Better people, stronger dank Flyer clothes, and pet minks Gold frames, Margiela fleece Her Fat a**, it's obese Gold piece, on new degrees She cooler than a cold breeze Damn she's off the chain and leash What she did I couldn't believe She breaking down her own trees 2 for you and 2 for me Stuffed 2 grams into each By 3 I couldn't speak At this party, pa**in weed Moving slow thinking fast Highed up plotting on some a**