K Dazee - losin' touch Lyrics

Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us
Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough
Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch
Hope these perkys don't send me to Heaven
Imma product of God and his blessings
When i pray i got so many questions
Demons around when the Angels gon step in
Put it on the top is unique
Designed by my brother
My feet are McQueens
Dimepiece need to move with a queen
Want a fantasy sell her a dream
It aint my problem you got problems you so problematic
Birkin on your shoulder now you living lavish
Foot up on the gas I'm bout to Ja Morant it
You said I'm overrated you don't understand it
You wanna fuck that man go do it
I'll get another aint shit that I'm losing
Take all that drama and all your excuses
Feel like the draft and I'm scouting with Cupid
Bitches come and go
Baby i just came I'm bout to go
I don't love a lot
But I love your ass poppin out that velvet robe
Your friends know out business nothing left to show
I need something new nothing let to know
Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
You got standards how the hell you let that man fuck
He's tryna be seen around with such and such
Had to cut her off she always do to much
Do to much you always do to much
Ayy
Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch
Ayy
Do to much you always do to much
Ayy
Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch
Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us (Nobody lit as us)
Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough (I aint do enough)
Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch

Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us
Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough
Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch
Hope these perkys don't send me to Heaven
Imma product of God and his blessings
When i pray i got so many questions
Demons around when the Angels gon step in
Put it on the top is unique
Designed by my brother
My feet are McQueens
Dimepiece need to move with a queen
Want a fantasy sell her a dream
It aint my problem you got problems you so problematic
Birkin on your shoulder now you living lavish
Foot up on the gas I'm bout to Ja Morant it
You said I'm overrated you don't understand it
You wanna fuck that man go do it
I'll get another aint shit that I'm losing
Take all that drama and all your excuses
Feel like the draft and I'm scouting with Cupid
Bitches come and go
Baby i just came I'm bout to go
I don't love a lot
But I love your ass poppin out that velvet robe
Your friends know out business nothing left to show
I need something new nothing let to know
Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
You got standards how the hell you let that man fuck
He's tryna be seen around with such and such
Had to cut her off she always do to much
Do to much you always do to much
Ayy
Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch
Ayy
Do to much you always do to much
Ayy
Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch
Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up)
In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us (Nobody lit as us)
Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough (I aint do enough)
Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch