MALLWHORE FREEESTYLE
Bladee Lyrics


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I'm a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford's
Black leather gloves on, they hardcore
Actually, bro, excuse me,
You got these in silver? Yeah, yeah. No, like... shit
I'm a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford
Black gloves on, yeah, lookin' hardcore
Hitman, yeah, I'm rockin' with the dark lord
If you all for me, baby, then I'm all yours
Sometimes I don't understand what it's all for
But I understand when they see me, then they all sore
Death knockin' on my door, that's the front door
Dip out of the back door, hop into the black Porsche
Hop into the black Porsche, she say I should talk more
I can't even talk more, you should check the scoreboard
Mallwhore, and my Pradas look like Tom Ford
Black gloves on, yeah, I'm lookin' hardcore
Walk in Neiman, yeah, walk in Saks, yeah
Yeah, spend that rack, yeah
P-P-Prada backpack in the Fendi store, yeah
And you know we smell like weed in the Prada store
And you know we gettin' free shit in Fendi stores, yeah
Prada backpackin' in the Louis store
My girl said she need some shit too, I hit Dior
I'm still in the night, yeah, I'm out, yeah
I'm still in the night, yeah, I'm out, yeah
I know you see me winnin', I love it, oh
This Drain life, I'm about it




I'm the founder, yeah, I found it
Play the game, yeah, I foul it

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Bladee's Mallwhore Freeestyle describe the materialistic, consumerist lifestyle of a young man who spends his days in luxury stores, browsing designer brands and spending exorbitant amounts of money. He is a 'mallwhore,' someone who is addicted to shopping and surrounded by the latest fashion trends. The singer wears Prada shoes that resemble Tom Ford's and black leather gloves for a more hardcore look.


As the song progresses, he boasts about his affiliation with the dark lord, insinuating that he may be involved with something otherworldly. He admits that although he doesn't understand it all, people are envious of him and his high-end wardrobe. He also speaks about death knocking at his door, perhaps signaling that his excessive lifestyle is not sustainable in the long run. However, he appears to be too caught up in the glamourous life to care.


The chorus repeats several times, with the singer reaffirming his obsession with luxury shopping and being a mallwhore. He name drops popular malls and brands, emphasizing his love for expensive items. The song ends with Bladee stating that he's still in the night and about that Drain life, asserting that he's the founder and play the game even if he fouls.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford's
I am a mall rat and my Prada shoes resemble Tom Ford's


Black leather gloves on, they hardcore
I wear black leather gloves to look aggressive


Actually, bro, excuse me, You got these in silver? Yeah, yeah. No, like... shit
I am considering buying these shoes in silver but I am unsure


Hitman, yeah, I'm rockin' with the dark lord
I am like a hitman, aligned with the devilish side


If you all for me, baby, then I'm all yours
If you support me, then I will give myself to you


Sometimes I don't understand what it's all for
Occasionally, I am unsure of the purpose of everything


But I understand when they see me, then they all sore
However, I know that people are envious when they see me


Death knockin' on my door, that's the front door
Death is approaching me, as if ringing the front doorbell


Dip out of the back door, hop into the black Porsche
I escape from the back door and jump into my black Porsche


Hop into the black Porsche, she say I should talk more
As I get into my car, my girl tells me to speak more


I can't even talk more, you should check the scoreboard
I am too busy to talk and you should see how successful I am


Walk in Neiman, yeah, walk in Saks, yeah
I enter high-end stores like Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue


Yeah, spend that rack, yeah
I spend a lot of money in these stores


P-P-Prada backpack in the Fendi store, yeah
I bring my Prada backpack inside the Fendi store


And you know we smell like weed in the Prada store
Everyone knows we smell like marijuana in the Prada store


And you know we gettin' free shit in Fendi stores, yeah
We obtain complimentary items when we visit the Fendi stores


Prada backpackin' in the Louis store
I carry my Prada backpack with me inside the Louis Vuitton store


My girl said she need some shit too, I hit Dior
My girlfriend tells me she also wants something, so I go to Dior


I'm still in the night, yeah, I'm out, yeah
I continue living the life of the night and then leave


I know you see me winnin', I love it, oh
I am aware that you witness my success and I enjoy it


This Drain life, I'm about it
I love living the Drain lifestyle


I'm the founder, yeah, I found it
I am the creator of this lifestyle


Play the game, yeah, I foul it
I cheat while playing the game




Writer(s): benjamin reichwald

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