Date 2020-05-17
Category Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
New York rapper Princess Nokia is as daring as she’s ever been in her brand new video for “Balenciaga.” The 27-year-old has opened eyes across the nation, selling out shows and becoming somewhat of an underground hero in some circles. Her previous releases have all fared well but last week’s “Balenciaga” is possibly the most eye-catching.
The recording artist is no stranger to utilizing the effects of shock value to boost her brand, once singing about her “little t*tties and fat belly” in “Tomboy.” Going along with the lyrical content of her new single, the songstress takes to the streets rocking a dripped-out fit full of designer goods. However, she’s not stunting for the hype. She would much rather pull up in some thrift clothes that look like Prada. So, instead of spending the entirety of the clip in her expensive display, she takes off the pieces one by one and ends up completely nude.
Princess Nokia – Balenciaga (prod. Adam Pallin & Tony Seltzer)
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[Chorus]
Skechers lookin’ like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes lookin’ like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talkin’, I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
[Verse 1]
Lookin’ like a milli, but I only cost twenty
Smokin’ big gas, and damn, it smell funny
Ain’t a fuckin’ thing that no one could tell me
I drop the fits and I drop the hits
Pull the alarm as soon as it’s lit
Bitches be pressed, I make bitches sick
Bitches be mad, I blow them a kiss
Drip everywhere on account of the clothes
I’m going dumb, switch up on my flow
I be right up when I’m down ten toes
Always make a lot of money sellin’ out my shows
Anime lit and I’m blessed with the drip
Baby biohazard, the slime go real quick
Money a knot and it look like a cyst
I smoke ’em big choppers, go get me a zip
[Chorus]
Skechers lookin’ like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes lookin’ like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talkin’, I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
[Verse 2]
I take a sip, sip apple juice
I know I’m fly, I know I’m cute
Bitches clout chase and they act hella rude
My priorities straight, I don’t know about you
Is that VETEMENTS? Yves Saint-Laurent?
Is it Off-White or COMME des GARÇONS?
My imagination, I do what I want
If I look broke ’cause I don’t give a fuck
Is that Chanel or basic as hell?
Is that retail or is that resale?
I look so fly, you can’t even tell
They all spendin’ money, I just get it free, yeah
[Chorus]
Skechers lookin’ like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes lookin’ like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talkin’, I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes