Lil Dušan-Prada 1-(Mix: 7) (Official audio) (Ft. $en$ei).
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Verse Prada on my feet, yeah I walk like a sin, Leather so clean but my past still grim. Broke-ass days tryna scratch my skin, Now the tag on the jacket say “don’t ask him.” Mirror talkin’ back like, “damn, you him,” Used to dream in the dark, now the lights all dim From the gutter to the gala, I’m a classy delinquent, Silk on my collar but my mouth still venom. Verse 2 Designer scars, yeah I wear my trauma, Tailored pain in a fit from Milano. Haters talk shit but they sound like commas— Pause in the sentence, I’m the fuckin’ karma. Cold-ass stare, got a warm bankroll, Sins in my heart but my coat bespoke. They want the style but not the back-end smoke, Not the nights eatin’ dreams with a side of hope.
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Verse Prada on my feet, yeah I walk like a sin, Leather so clean but my past still grim. Broke-ass days tryna scratch my skin, Now the tag on the jacket say “don’t ask him.” Mirror talkin’ back like, “damn, you him,” Used to dream in the dark, now the lights all dim From the gutter to the gala, I’m a classy delinquent, Silk on my collar but my mouth still venom. Verse 2 Designer scars, yeah I wear my trauma, Tailored pain in a fit from Milano. Haters talk shit but they sound like commas— Pause in the sentence, I’m the fuckin’ karma. Cold-ass stare, got a warm bankroll, Sins in my heart but my coat bespoke. They want the style but not the back-end smoke, Not the nights eatin’ dreams with a side of hope.