Devil Wears Prada

By Bobby James

On The Ugly Duckling

Released on October 29, 2013

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[Intro : Bobby James]

Went from hand me downs, I'm the man Now

Nobody on my level how I stand Out

It ain't no stopping, Nah

Bobby you on and Pa-Popping


[Verse 1 : Bobby James]

I lace up Phly Mouche from the waist Up

My taste buds is Amazing

I O.D on kicks that's O.G

Me hype-beast that's less than Likely

And i'm all up in Flight club, racking up Mileage

400 for some Jordans

I pilot in a whole different Climate

I hit the boutique blowing out Loose-Leaf

Throwing Guwop to the top but its Gucci

Or its Loui, Fendi, Prada

And the sauce make the girls go Ga-Ga

Goo-Goo neutral no Nada

Spend it all Sax-Fifth Mi Casa

Trade my soul for clothes and Dollars

Got me acting like a Pre-Madonna


[Hook]

Man I see

Louis, Louis, Gucci, Gucci

Fendi, Fendi, Prada, Prada

I pop my collar, she come Holler

She want them Dollars Dollars

Bobby you got'em, Fresh from top to Bottom

I pop my collar, she come Holler

She want them Dollars Dollars

The Devil wear Prada, Adam and Eve wear Nada

Bobby in the Middle Middle

Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer

And Ye' wore Louis and Mike wore Jordans

Bobby in the Middle Middle

Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer


[Verse 2 : Bobby James]

Ye' Wore Margiela, Jay wore Margiela

Bobby wanna wear Margiela

Cause Bobby wanna be like them Niggas

But Bobby know he can't afford It

Givenchy and Tom Ford'it

Alexander Wang , I can't explain

But its so Important, Like

Why we watch what our idols Buy

Imitate and then Idolize

Imitate and then Itemize

Fresh to death till our Demise

I'm materialistic, them hand me downs won't fitted

Got to compensate for the sake of it not Existing

I spent my last scent on my fashion Sense

Not enough Sense just to ration With

Or be second place, second base

Second string a couple seconds Late

Spent my last Dollars

Trying to cop Balenciagas

Bobby yo phone bill Due

So what, that's Verizon Problem (Ha)


[Hook]


[Intro]


[Hook 3 : Bobby James]

From Raleigh to Texas

Niggas in Paris

Draped in Margiela

Keep it Trill my Nigga


[Verse 3 : Bobby James]

Watch yo step you could slip on the Sauce

Slippery wet got my neck on Jack Frost

She slippery wet break yo neck you could Fall

She sipping, I'm slipping off my Hugo Boss

I'm super fly you can find me in the air Again

Ha, please excuse my Arrogance

Excuse my french and my french Blue 13's

Voulez-Vous Coucher Bobby know what I Mean

What that cost Hood By Air on yo Chest

So cold couldn't make Keith Sweat

Jordan 7 raptors Ill step to a T-Rex

In Jurassic Park like its Recess

Giuseppe Zanotti, Balmain, Armani

Dolce Gabbana thrown over my Body

Christian Dior, Cartier, Michael Kors

Well of course Bobby dripping in Sauce

I got to testify

Come up in the spot looking extra Fly

Aah, Till the day I die

I'm flex like its Exercise

Wake up Bobby