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Prima Donna

Artist:Vince Staples  Album:Prima Donna 

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Kick cack ce cool, watch a nigga get it I be all around the city with the semi naughty crippin' All the homies say I'm different, police say I raise suspicion Buy a million dollar home and blow my dome to paint the kitchen Bitches like, "Is that Venetian?" Niggas salty when they meet him Cause they never finna beat him And they'll never get a feature I'm a star, tell Billy I'ma bill him for the sneakers You conversin' with a nigga, better be about the green I've been broke, I ain't goin' back Rather go to Calipat, or murdered while I'm shootin' back Call me King Latifah If we talkin' bout your bitch and she a keeper Better keep her in the house Watch your mouth Don't be talkin' from the bleachers, nigga Is it real? Is it? Is it real? Is it real? Real, real Is it? Is it real? Is it real, real? Is it it real? Real, real, real Real, real, real Real, real, real Real killer shit, real nigga shit, real militant Once you get addicted to it Is it real? I just wanna be DaVinci baby Why they wanna kill me baby? Feelin' like a pop star, music drive a nigga crazy Think I'm finna pull a Wavves on the Primavera stage On some prima donna shit, finna throw it all away I don't need no accolades, boy I'm here to act a fool Ask about me, had the shotty, robbin' niggas at the school Me and Pac Slimm, we been shootin' since the Vans song Pullin' any trigger that a nigga

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