Prada

Yeah, yeah
Invoker
Ahn, ahn
Nagalli, he sent me the magic

Ai, ai
How I miss that trickster
It's been a while since we last saw each other
And in my daydream, I know you'll call me
Cry for me

She called me, she threw it at me
Asks for Prada, Louis V, and wants to live that again
What we lived well
She called me, she threw it at me
Asks for Prada, Louis V, and wants to live that again
What we lived well

In the middle of the night she leaves home
She's from the flock, doesn't want commitment
I don't know why she picked on me
Said she loves to sit with a thug
And wants to roll in the hood without a cap and without a plate
Calling for nothing more
Living in a fairy tale
She spends on Prada, oh, baby expensive
Who wants to get high, said she dipped her finger in md
That when she looks at me, she only thinks about screwing
She knows I'll satisfy you
And I'm ready to fuck

How I miss that trickster
It's been a while since we last saw each other
And in my daydream, I know you'll call me
Cry for me

She-she called me, she threw it at me
Asks for Prada, Louis V, and wants to live that again
What we lived well
She called me, she threw it at me
Asks for Prada, Louis V, and wants to live that again
What we lived well

Your call is being forwarded to voicemail
Will be subject to charges after the beep
How I miss that trickster
It's been a while since we last saw each other
And in my daydream, I know you'll call me
Cry for me