Prada Party

Aye, Aye We gon' make some sound We gon' make them bodies drop to the fucking ground You already know that we comin' with that loud sound It's the new wave, yeah It's the new age, yeah Time to do our thing all over them, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Got these bitches shakin' ass in my room Got these bitches trippin' off a fucking shroom Go and make some room I'm tryna lay between you two Go and make some fuckin' room for that new, new Balenci Margiela Dior Brothers are ready to kill when the time comes They ready to go They set it off and let off some smoke Big smoke to the dome We take your bitch, you don't deserve that hoe Pour up a four and count up this roll Gave my babies Celine, Chanel We in Prada We ready to go At the Prada party, they ready to blow Sippin' wockesha Sippin' on that yurr Yeah I'm feelin' like a Rockstar Sippin' on that lean wockesha Yeah I feel like a Wockstar Wockstar faded off that yurr My baby, I get it, now I'm sippin' wockesha Yeah, pour me up another fuckin' deuce, I need it Now, baby, go ahead and go and bleed it, I need it I see you, I know we in a Prada Party Yeah, don't play, don't play with me, yeah baby Keep that K, that iron with me, yeah baby You'll feel this energy, yeah baby And we're ready to blow in designer baby Don't even try to play with me On my momma nigga It be that stick, nigga