Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, oh
The devil wears Prada
And I know all about him
He's always my problem
And I can't live without him, yea
Blazes and keeps me lit
Knows how I like that shit
My addiction, my problem
Don't want to go on without him, yea
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
The devil wears Prada
Wouldn't know lookin' at her
Take her home with another
Cause she my homie, my lover
Oh, she's everything
Brings out the worse in me
She's my type of trouble
Never down for another
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
The devil wears Prada
Only designer
He fuck up a comma
He gettin' that dollar
The devil wears Prada
Only designer
The devil wears Prada
I thought that I told ya
All he rock is that
You know that, yea
The devil wears Prada
I thought that I told ya, yea
All he rock is that
You know that, yea
The devil wears Prada
I thought that I told ya, yea
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
Oh, oh
Why does this torture me?
No matter what I say
Don't want this to ever change
The devil wears Prada
Only designer
He fuck up a comma
He gettin' that dollar
The devil wears Prada
Only designer
The devil wears Prada
I thought that I told ya
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