New Bottega 가사

I'ma paint my whips maraschino 'cause I'm a fuckin' diva Baby, I don't rock Moschino, Versace, Valentino Real Italiana mama, new Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da I like the Gucci, the Miu Miu, Missoni, new Cavalli Vintage Armani, Ferragamo, Amor Milano I put the boy in Galliano, now he's a fuckin' model I'ma make him famous, rename him I'm icin' out his chain and still grippin' the stainless Stay dangerous 'cause most of these niggas is brainless Itty bitch, you plain and Plain Jane-less, I gotta stay rich and famous He-he-hello, ya nigga be fuckin' me in my Gucci stilettos He be fingerin' me, fuckin' me in my coupe Lamborghini Get some bread out these niggas and then I poof like Houdini, uh New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da New Bottega, Prada-da I say: Hello, into the void, the monster comes alive Eating all the girls and boys she finds in the night time Now they're runnin' for their lives Runnin' for their fucking lives, yeah I'll chase them all night Now, which way to turn? Nowhere to hide as bombs fall out of the sky I'll survive the Third World War Gettin' high in a coal mine Now I'm losing my mind, losing my mind I'ma paint my whips maraschino 'cause I'm a fuckin' diva Baby, I don't rock Moschino, Versace, Valentino Real Italiana mama, new Bottega, Prada-da I'm a double D cup diva I pounce down the runway like a cheetah Cheetah, cheetah prints, I'm sexy, so sexy Come pop this fuckin' cherry I'm a double D cup diva I pounce down the runway like a cheetah Cheetah, cheetah prints, I'm sexy, so sexy Come pop this fuckin' cherry Li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-lick it right Li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-lick it right I'ma paint my whips maraschino 'cause I'm a fuckin' legend