S Loud, Hunter - Prada lyrics

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Doing smoke in my reefer
It's cool, I left her the trap phone
Told her, go and get a trap phone

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Big shotty hangin' out the C-Class

She a devil wearin' Prada
See the way she step in her Pradas
Please don't step on my Pradas
Blood shed on my Pradas
I had to dress her in designer
She's the devil wearin' Prada
Bonnie Clyde, she's a rider
Baby girl, it's just karma
Imma treat you like a princess
'Cause, I'm a prince, 'cause I'm a prince
And Imma treat you like a princess
'Cause, I'm a prince, 'cause I'm a prince

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Doing smoke in my reefer
It's cool, I left her the trap phone
Told her, go and get a trap phone

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Big shotty hangin' out the C-Class

I had her drippin' in designer, huh
Hustle, hustle, she a grinder, huh
You so out this world
Yeah, I'm going space just to find her, huh
Never knew V Westwood
I taught her how to roll green
Said she knew about i her by

All we do is count money
Do a couple rounds and get lean
Can't tell that bitch that she basic
You the baddest girl that I seen gettin'
She the one to wear Nike, huh
I see walking on
It's like you been in a fight, huh

Where's your stylish, huh huh
And I know you ain't selfish
But, I must say that you tight, huh
Beat it 'til I get tired, beat it
Beat it 'til I get tired
Beat it 'til I get tired, beat it
Beat it 'til I get tired ah, smoking loud
I'm with loud, so there's no peace
We gon' send your bae back huh, in one piece
We gon' send your bae back huh, in one piece
Huh, everything is sweet
Since we from the streets

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Doing smoke in my reefer
It's cool, I left her the trap phone
Told her, go and get a trap phone

Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
Now she dressin' designer
She a devil wearin' Prada
I just hopped out the C-Class
Big shotty hangin' out the C-Class