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Jace Iayze - Prada Boots Shhh Lyrics

[Intro]
(Go, real Murda Worth shit I'm talm' 'bout bitch, ayy)
(And it's Kele on the beat, they know what that mean)
(Bitch, ayy, real Murda Worth)
(Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Play with the gang we'll shoot you
Play with the gang we'll do you too crazy (Bitch, ayy)
She on the cock in the morning like rooster
Give them bullets for free like a shitty ass booster (Booster, ayy)
Look at them diamonds, a cooler
Coola' kit on the MAC, it do the fool (The fool)
Pull up and shoot 'em, Hakuna Matata, his family and friends is doomed
I got niggas in NY'll boom (A boom)
I got niggas in Chi-Raq'll drill (A drill)
200 shots beat up that room (That room)
Spin 'til he killed (He killed)
I got bond money all on deck for my niggas, they know how it is (Bitch)
I got baguettes all on my neck for thе times I ain't have shit

[Verse]
Prada boots they look likе space boots, for when I ain't have kicks
Shh, nigga this bitch got a switch, might not be able to dip
Shh, nigga, that nigga ain't never did shit so who is he talkin' 'bout licks?
Shh, nigga
Once he gone I just might say "R.I.P"
But that mean rest in piss, it don't mean shit
Huh, it don't mean a thang (It don't mean a thang, ayy)
I'm at the top of the top of the mountain, that Top Kid shit what I bang (Nigga)
Bitch, eat the dick, don't be lazy (Lazy)
She can't have my baby, she crazy (She crazy)
She say I won't get to bangin'
Send the opps over here, make me (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Play with the gang we'll shoot you
Play with the gang we'll do you too crazy (Bitch, ayy)
She on the cock in the morning like rooster
Give them bullets for free like a shitty ass booster (Booster, ayy)
Look at them diamonds, a cooler
Coola' kit on the MAC, it do the fool (The fool)
Pull up and shoot 'em, Hakuna Matata, his family and friends is doomed
I got niggas in NY'll boom (A boom)
I got niggas in Chi-Raq'll drill (A drill)
200 shots beat up that room (That room)
Spin 'til he killed (He killed)
I got bond money all on deck for my niggas, they know how it is (Bitch)
I got baguettes all on my neck for the times I ain't have shit