CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Devil Don’t Wear Prada I’m In Raf
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Haha (Yeah, yeah)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota (Damn, yeah, yeah)
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober (Never sober)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
Bad lil' bih', want it from the back
Grim reap', blunt longer than a scythe
Margiela, didn't even see the price (Margiela)
Can't wife, she bendin' over for them dikes
Got a stiff Glock, aim it at your bottom lip (Doh-doh-doh)
Talkin' sh*t, make it blast, buddy, rocket ship (Doh-doh-doh-doh-doh)
Keep it movin' if I ain't gonna be profiting (Yeah, yeah)
My b*t*h Vogue, your ho IG, think she modelin'
Put myself in Helmut Lang, that's something slidey (Slidey)
Bad yellow bone, look like Aphrodite
Your b*t*h wear a wig, so I call her Miley (What? B*t*h)
Ex-b*t*h hit my line, I said "I don't speak Chinese" (Ching-chong)
Run in that b*t*h and they starin'
I'll f**k your sister in front of your parents (Okay)
Vivienne West is all that I'm wearing, tryna be living in Paris, uh
Feel like Sid Vicious, she rub my d**k, now I'm granting her wishes, uh
She lick on my d**k and she said it's delicious
Run from that b*t*h like Olympics
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota (Damn, yeah, yeah)
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober (Never sober)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
Bling-blow, big baller
I been whippin' techy, you still whippin' Impala
Shawty do a split in my lap for them dollars
Fur coat always on me, it get hotter than a sauna
Smoke a 'Port in your bed after I f**k your wife
Catholic thotty giving sloppy, I'm the Antichrist
Do a show then f**k a ho, that's me and Xanny's life
I walk in smelling like Christian, she need panty wipes
The Devil don't wear Prada, I'm in Raf, guala in the back (Okay)
Hit her from the back, her ribs finna collapse
Can I get a hand with all these shopping bags?
Just walk in there and swipe, I don't pay mind to the tag
'Cause I'm getting the dough, you ain't with the tempo
You is a ho, you are not kinfolk
Tell 'em "Be quiet," like decrescendo
Rolling that loud pack, can somebody hand me a Zippo?
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
Haha (Yeah, yeah)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota (Damn, yeah, yeah)
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober (Never sober)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
Bad lil' bih', want it from the back
Grim reap', blunt longer than a scythe
Margiela, didn't even see the price (Margiela)
Can't wife, she bendin' over for them dikes
Got a stiff Glock, aim it at your bottom lip (Doh-doh-doh)
Talkin' sh*t, make it blast, buddy, rocket ship (Doh-doh-doh-doh-doh)
Keep it movin' if I ain't gonna be profiting (Yeah, yeah)
My b*t*h Vogue, your ho IG, think she modelin'
Put myself in Helmut Lang, that's something slidey (Slidey)
Bad yellow bone, look like Aphrodite
Your b*t*h wear a wig, so I call her Miley (What? B*t*h)
Ex-b*t*h hit my line, I said "I don't speak Chinese" (Ching-chong)
Run in that b*t*h and they starin'
I'll f**k your sister in front of your parents (Okay)
Vivienne West is all that I'm wearing, tryna be living in Paris, uh
Feel like Sid Vicious, she rub my d**k, now I'm granting her wishes, uh
She lick on my d**k and she said it's delicious
Run from that b*t*h like Olympics
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota (Damn, yeah, yeah)
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober (Never sober)
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
Bling-blow, big baller
I been whippin' techy, you still whippin' Impala
Shawty do a split in my lap for them dollars
Fur coat always on me, it get hotter than a sauna
Smoke a 'Port in your bed after I f**k your wife
Catholic thotty giving sloppy, I'm the Antichrist
Do a show then f**k a ho, that's me and Xanny's life
I walk in smelling like Christian, she need panty wipes
The Devil don't wear Prada, I'm in Raf, guala in the back (Okay)
Hit her from the back, her ribs finna collapse
Can I get a hand with all these shopping bags?
Just walk in there and swipe, I don't pay mind to the tag
'Cause I'm getting the dough, you ain't with the tempo
You is a ho, you are not kinfolk
Tell 'em "Be quiet," like decrescendo
Rolling that loud pack, can somebody hand me a Zippo?
In New York, I did a show, ho, I'm cold like Minnesota
Leave with broken bones when she sit down on the cobra
Yeah, my eyes low, how did you know I was a smoker?
F**k the 5-0, b*t*h, I'm never going sober
