This song is awful. It reeks of cliches and materialism. Anyone who watches the goodness that is Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta witnessed Karlie Redd performing a snippet of this song during rehearsal for Steebie J — looking like a damn fool with an ashy throat and disjointed two-step. For a second there, I thought she was having a panic attack.
And you know what? “Louis, Prada, Gucci” has been stuck in my head for weeks now.
Initially, I continued to think of it mockingly, but I have a confession: I like this song now.
LOUIS. PRADA. GUCCI. LOUIS. PRADA. GUCCI. POP DEM TAGS. POP DEM TAGS.
This song is some bullshit, but dammit if it isn’t catchy. This is what I get for making fun of her with y’all on Twitter. Grr.
If I had a weave ponytail stitched to my head, I’d probably hold it while boppin’ to it real hard.
I sent the following message to a friend the other day:
I am such a fucking bird for liking this song. Even I’m embarrassed. I’m boppin’ anyway, though. Have a good day.
In response, the homie said, “I mean….it is catchy. Fly on.”
Yes, I know I ain’t shit. I’m going to keep singing “pop dem tags, pop dem tags” anyway, though.