Mona Lisa ft. D BRUDA Lyrics

She wanna be Mona Lisa

Need the pasta I'm a preacher

But I don't pray all the time

Turning water into wine

Making films with her features

Twenty three for the sneakers

Never pay her she a dime

Paint a picture on her spine

She wanna be Mona Lisa

Need the pasta I'm a preacher

But I don't pray all the time

Turning water into wine

Making films with her features

Twenty three for the sneakers

Never pay her she a dime

Paint a picture on her spine

Haven't heard about that 508 you can hear or be deaf it's on replay

Haven't listened to that Judas kinda stupid, but we give you the leeway

Bitches be moving too loose

The screw the same

When you talk about new excuse your crew you gotta include the gang

We coming in too

We coming in two's

Can't run from the truth, we chase

The base like Nikki Six, we smoke then smoke em the Doobie way

I'm thinking of booling and cooling, but we hitting the stu today

It's D Bruda, we don't relate

Biting my style it's a tooth decay

Fully authentic

I said it I meant it

The flow I invented they tried to replace

Taking my time guess I'm stealing the face

Stay on the grind like I'm learning to skate

Skater

She a ten but I'm not gonna date her

Don't need no distractions too focused on paper

Want it now can't be bothered by later

I came from the ground so I gotta get acres and acres

Music too loud had complaints from the neighbours

You give and they take never counting the favours

But just one mistake and they turning to traitors

Damn

Don't need no water to ball like the lakers

If she picture perfect then I was the painter

Could give her the tip, but she still ain't a waiter

Ain't claiming the disses they get the disclaimer

Right never wrong

Claiming a body for clout in song

End up YSL not the Yves Saint Laurent

Italian hoes and the clothes from Milan

Without no designer still stealing your joan

All hits with the beats I ain't use a baton

Was bunking my lesson and testing the arms

Now business the class when I'm flying abroad

No smile in the pictures she Lisa for sure

She wanna be Mona Lisa

Need the pasta I'm a preacher

But I don't pray all the time

Turning water into wine

Making films with her features

Twenty three for the sneakers

Never pay her she a dime

Paint a picture on her spine

She wanna be Mona Lisa

Need the pasta I'm a preacher

But I don't pray all the time

Turning water into wine

Making films with her features

Twenty three for the sneakers

Never pay her she a dime

Paint a picture on her spine