Lyrics:
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
like the jeweler
I send shots at your shooter
I go pretty boy Floyd with the drum
Think I'm pretty boy Floyd on the run
Really making noise in
I came into this
Humble
Like pretty boy Floyd
Let my skills and work speak for me
But I made no noise
Had to unleash this ego
To get the crowd going
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
one
Pretty boy Floyd, no Mayweather Hanging out the window with the drum, oh yeah
I'm what they want
I'm a sick individual I know you fake and your
Boise Boi
Yea yea yea
Yea
Pretty Boy Floyd
Im catchin all these bags
My sound gotchu annoyed
Tell me how you like that
Made it out like a bandit,
picking your favourite shirt and then you're off the ground
But when Pretty boy Floyd says it's okay for you
Oh that juvenile crime's the only thing you
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
Pretty boy Floyd and I'm running from the police
Take back roads throw the money in your chonies
Love a bad bitch call her Bonnie playing oldies
Riding
If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers , play the odds
Play, "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play
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