Prada

Verse 1
Gold heels hit like a drum,
Moves so sharp, they leave me numb.
Heat in her walk, no time for drama,
She steps like she was born in Prada.

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Pre-Chorus
Rules break in the way she spins,
Dares me close with secret grins.
New decode in her persona,
Laced in red and wearing Prada.

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Bridge
No past, no future, just the now,
She don’t care for when or how.
Drives through dark like some mad saga,
Branded deep, she’s draped in Prada.

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(Long extended Instrumental Drop) beats.)

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Chorus
Prada

(Long extended Instrumental Drop)

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Verse 2
Lips stay locked in cryptic games,
Burns her mark, forgets my name.
No disguise, no worn persona,
She rewrote the rules in Prada.

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Pre-Chorus
Rules break in the way she spins,
Dares me close with secret grins.
New decode in her persona,
Laced in red and wearing Prada.

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Bridge
No map, no signal, no sahara,
Only heat she brings with Prada.
Every beat’s a haunted mantra,
Lost inside her cruel aroma.

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(Long extended Instrumental Drop)

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Chorus
Prada

(Long extended Instrumental Drop)

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(Long extended Instrumental Drop)
Prada

Middle East Deep house electronic house hard beats dramatic digital effects, female