[Intro] I'm a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford’s Black leather gl-; gloves on, they hardcore Actually, bro, excuse me... you got these in silver? Yeah, yeah No, like... shit
[Verse] I'm a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford Black gloves on, yeah, I'm lookin’ hardcore Hitman, yeah, I'm rockin' with the dark lord If you all for me, baby, then I'm all yours Sometimes I don't understand what it's all for But I understand when they see me, then they all sore Death knockin' on my door, that's the front door Dip out of the back door, hop into the black Porsche Hop into the black Porsche, she say I should talk more I can’t even talk more, you should check the scoreboard Mallwhore, and my Pradas look like Tom Ford Black gloves on, yeah, I’m lookin' hardcore Walk in Neiman, yeah, walk in Saks, yeah Yeah, spend that rack, yeah P-P-P-Prada backpack in the Fendi store, yeah And you know we smell like weed in the Prada store And you know we gettin’ free shit in Fendi stores, yeah Prada backpackin', in the Louis store My girl said she need some shit too, I hit Dior I'm still in the night, yeah, I'm out, yeah I’m still in the night, yeah, I'm out, yeah I know you see me winnin', allow it, uh This Drain life, I'm about it I'm the founder, yeah, I found it Play the game, yeah, I foul it Foul!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
