Jesus B. - Bahama Prada Lyrics



Bahama Prada Lyrics

I want tommy Bahama, she want Prada, yeah, she gotta
Yeah, she hot, yeah, gets those spots yeah
Leave her rocked yeah, take these shots back

Homie, down deep in the trenches, while I weep, it all just drenches, its been weeks and I’ve been restless, Christ don’t speak
He gleams on necklace
Homie deep in all my messes
I can’t speak, I’m feeling chestless
Never peak, I stay abreast
Y’all all get reaped, I put my checks in
Homie freaks are out here stressing
I stay bleak and with the message
I won’t leak, I keep no sentences
I shriek in my reflections
Homie, geeked, I smoked a breath in

I want tommy Bahama, she want Prada, yeah, she gotta
Yeah, she hot, yeah, gets those spots yeah
Leave her rocked yeah, take these shots back

I get down, on myself, on the ground, need some help
Come around, my heart it felt, I sign my sound, they’re hearts will melt
In this town, I’m feeling lost, they want me out, but at what cost?
Come around, see what’s popping, I leave em astounded with their jaws out dropping

I want tommy Bahama, she want Prada, yeah, she gotta
Yeah, she hot, yeah, gets those spots yeah
Leave her rocked yeah, take these shots back