PRDX lyrics
by Skrilla
[Intro]
(Dollaz cooked this sh*t up)
(Yeah it's—yeah it's—yeah it's me)
(Yeah it's me)
Paradox
[Verse 1]
Feel like Chrisean Rock, I fell in love with Blueface
I'm a Gemini, yeah b*tch, yeah I'm two-face (Yeah I'm two-face)
Countin' all these racks, thumbin'-thumbin through it
(Thumbin'-thumbin, thumbin'-thumbin)
Count up all these racks, I'm thumbin'-thumbin-thumbin'-thumbin through it
Put that sh*t on, (Put that sh*t on) AB (AB)
Way I put that sh*t together I know these n*ggas hate me
Paradox up on my body, that's my uni' for the week (Paradox)
Call up D, I like Balenci-lenci-lenci' on my feet, Balenciaga
With this drip sh*t I'm the father (I'm the father)
Drip check, I mix the Louie with thе Prada
No I don't not need no stylist
Sarah fresh up out the palace
Sarah frеsh up out the plastic
She look good, she look fantastic
Plane Jane
[Refrain]
I put drip on, I put drip on, I put drip on
I put that sh*t on, you get sh*t on, b*tch I been on, (Uhh) uhh
Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on
Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on
[Verse 2]
Paradox
Lou-Lou-Lou-Lou-Louis Vuitton mixed with Amiri sh*t
Christian Louboutin, they bleaching; on they period
Rockin' Fear Of God but I ain't on no scary sh*t
b*tch I'm underground, I'm feelin' like I'm Harriet (Feel like I'm Harriet)
Bad b*tch in Chane-ne-ne-ne', I won't marry it
b*tch I'm in that gucci-coochie, b*tch I'm serious (For real)
(Yeah it's me)