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Juice Wrld - Prada Cosby Molly Lyrics

Prada (Cosby Molly) Lyrics[Intro]
(See I'm fresh though, you see how I'm coming, man?)
(Off White on with the 1's, with the G-Fazos, this shit hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Too fresh, fresh to death, Gucci on too)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (And I'm freestyling, ya dig?, uh)
Ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these niggas uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, uh
Catch my vibe, uh (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
She can blow on my team, but she can't blow my high (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys (Uh), every day I get high (Huh)
Lean, lean, 'till I die (Huh, aye)
Here it go, aye, I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago
I never been in no trap house, boy, that shit a miracle
But my brother in that trap house, whippin' that shit like miracle
All-white whip like Miracle
Fuck that bitch from the back, she screamin', singin' negro spirituals
I got this shit sealed, lil' bitch, like I laced up an envelope
You not dope, you anti-dope
I'm Travis with that antidote
Cigarette, you got the smoke
You run up on me, you get poked
Blow down, Illuminati take your soul now
Kendrick, I may take control now
Uh, she like, "Woah, now"
Fuck her too fast, slow down
I'm finna last, I'm off the Perc'
Save no ho', not up in church
I could swear, I could merch, huh
I'll put you right in the dirt, R. Kelly with it, you know I'ma flirt, huh
I'm Bill Cosby off the molly, huh, baby, I'm goin' berserk, huh
I'ma probably catch a body, huh, and put yo' team on the shirt

[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Yeah, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these niggas uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis

[Verse 2]
Uh, I done fell in love with the codeine
Uh, I don't think that codeine know me
Uh, My bitch on the table, catching nose bleeds
Uh, I ain't never fuck with the nose bleeds
Uh, wasted, doing drugs in my basement
Fuckin' that bitch every day, shit, I need a bae-cation
Miami, I'm waiting
That bitch high, no Satan
I've been contemplating, I've been chasing greatness
Yeah, huh, I'm in the cut with the drugs, yeah
Body all under the rug, yeah
I don't got time for the lust, yeah
I don't got time for love, you don't got time for us
Tick-tock, time is up, aye
I need a timer, Glock sing like CeCe Winans

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these niggas uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis