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Prada Tee Video (MV)




Performed By: Eli DaLeo
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Elijah Rios




Eli DaLeo - Prada Tee Lyrics




F*ck me up a check with gang I think we need a sprinter van
They think I'm conceited when I talk about my bigger plan

Bitches wanna suck it when they notice i got bigger bans
I don't ask for static send my goons cus i'm the bigger man
Bitches use to curve me I can't ever make them satisfied
Shawty left me lonely all in pain some nights I had to cry

Dump him in the ocean he was rattin so he had to die
Tired of the city trip to Spain so yea I had to fly
My aura different these bitches love it
Wanna give me love I'm broken sorry I had to dub it

She told me she was different honestly she ain't show me nothing
Now I gotta flex on every person that said I'm nothing
Remember I was begging for a chance I was on my knees

Now Im throwing racks on her face bitch get on ya knees
Moving on ya timing lmk how this shit gonna be
Said I'm on a mission can't do kissing I just bought a V

Prada tee prada tee Prada tee
Saying I'm to wavy callin me the prodigy
Tryna make it out cause I come from poverty
Pockets looking fatter know my father proud of me

I know my fam is proud of me I swear I come from struggle
And I know some people doubted me
I'll take ya bitch to Paris we gone f*ck on top a balcony

And all My brothers vouch for me this chain I got is drowning me
With out a doubt I'm down to be the greatest they surroundin me
Swear I'm moving calm
Flex drop the bomb

Tired of looking bummy so I bought some Louboutins
They gon miss me when I'm gone so I promise I ain't trippin
Call up bro go load the smithon
Yeah they Hurd me they ain't listen

They ain't lissen I was on my ass just tryna make some bread but they ain't listen
Only thing I love is money man these bitches I don't miss em

Gotta get a mop when I walk through the door cus I be drippin
Eli buggin yeah he trippin BITCH

Rappin for the money f*ck the clout I'm on some different shit
Money made me Handsome so I'm always w a different bitch
Everything I drop you best believe that it's a different hit
Talkin out ya face I know some niggas that will get you hit
Heart cold nobody can save me

Hit you w some thunder like when Westbrook played with KD
Gave this bitch my all I'm confused on why she hate me
Now I'm doing better ima make these bitches hate me
Richie got it on him told him put that shit on safety

He said he said he not a shoota but these n****s gonna make me
F*ck a bitch so good make her wanna have a baby
Pussy was so good I'm going half on a baby
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F*ck me up a check with gang I think we need a sprinter van
They think I'm conceited when I talk about my bigger plan

Bitches wanna suck it when they notice i got bigger bans
I don't ask for static send my goons cus i'm the bigger man
Bitches use to curve me I can't ever make them satisfied
Shawty left me lonely all in pain some nights I had to cry

Dump him in the ocean he was rattin so he had to die
Tired of the city trip to Spain so yea I had to fly
My aura different these bitches love it
Wanna give me love I'm broken sorry I had to dub it

She told me she was different honestly she ain't show me nothing
Now I gotta flex on every person that said I'm nothing
Remember I was begging for a chance I was on my knees

Now Im throwing racks on her face bitch get on ya knees
Moving on ya timing lmk how this shit gonna be
Said I'm on a mission can't do kissing I just bought a V

Prada tee prada tee Prada tee
Saying I'm to wavy callin me the prodigy
Tryna make it out cause I come from poverty
Pockets looking fatter know my father proud of me

I know my fam is proud of me I swear I come from struggle
And I know some people doubted me
I'll take ya bitch to Paris we gone f*ck on top a balcony

And all My brothers vouch for me this chain I got is drowning me
With out a doubt I'm down to be the greatest they surroundin me
Swear I'm moving calm
Flex drop the bomb

Tired of looking bummy so I bought some Louboutins
They gon miss me when I'm gone so I promise I ain't trippin
Call up bro go load the smithon
Yeah they Hurd me they ain't listen

They ain't lissen I was on my ass just tryna make some bread but they ain't listen
Only thing I love is money man these bitches I don't miss em

Gotta get a mop when I walk through the door cus I be drippin
Eli buggin yeah he trippin BITCH

Rappin for the money f*ck the clout I'm on some different shit
Money made me Handsome so I'm always w a different bitch
Everything I drop you best believe that it's a different hit
Talkin out ya face I know some niggas that will get you hit
Heart cold nobody can save me

Hit you w some thunder like when Westbrook played with KD
Gave this bitch my all I'm confused on why she hate me
Now I'm doing better ima make these bitches hate me
Richie got it on him told him put that shit on safety

He said he said he not a shoota but these n****s gonna make me
F*ck a bitch so good make her wanna have a baby
Pussy was so good I'm going half on a baby
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Writer: Elijah Rios
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