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Ha-ha-ha You know, uh I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada Now what they gonna say about this? Half a million on my left wrist, the stainless Nautilus Too much filler, now she got a lisp But it's feeling insane, when she sucking on this (Ha-ha-ha) I'm having too much motion What they put in Casa? That's a cold, cold potion Sign another deal, now we're champagne toasting Doors open, hyphy so Oakland Jacket fresh off the YSL runway You can't get this, it was really only one made Hit her on Friday, forgot her by Sunday She tеxts I need to grow up, I text her back, "One day" I wеar Prada, Balenciaga Letras de cancionesI party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada Uh, I leave a New York nine on read If she ain't a gawk goddess, I'll turn down head Met her at The Ned, now I've got her legs spread When we done, the mattress halfway off the bed Superfly, not a plane, not a bird Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred I know I've got a reputation, sure you've heard Million dollar dick, should probably get it insured Acting like a nerd, sent a six-minute voice memo, are you absurd? Not listening to that shit, I put on "Do Not Disturb" Now she can't tell me nada, not a word I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo From Letras Mania