Lyrics:
Came clutch automatic like I got a mod on
007 don't care what these fucking lames on
She blow me while the foreign chillin' by the Pond
All style all
and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute
can be best buddies u n me babe u n me
아가씨 I dig your style, 솔직함이 내 매력이야
보아하니 U know my style 4월에는 붙어 있자
데리러 갈까? 지금 어디야? 수업 끝? Let's ride
Cook me some
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Phonte, Rozay Ricky
It ain't all rosey like Andre say
We lost three legends, Whit, Etta James, MJ
Gotta protect the kids where I live
My pen state (Penn
ash tray like a toenail clip.
Flick flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa.
I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova.
Keep heavy metal like
Deadshot
Ricky fresh yak
Come deur vet slat
Frontline se beste
Stoney kwetsa
Like me Like ya
Hate me fuck ya
One shot all I got
You feel me? Deadshot
pretty girl swag on dem bitches whoop
and when we pull up pull up whoop
pretty girl swag on dem bitches whoop
then be like hol up
pretty girl swag on dem
style
I like my lovin', huggin', kissin' country style
It's the best by test wins by country mile
You don't know what you've missed
Just wait till you've
Yeah Check came in this bitch I'm doing my lil dance
Do my dance like oh yea caught the play like Odell
He going out sad oh well he talking dat shit
He
I like my bitches picky
But I can't let these bitches trick me
Seen a opp and he ran like Ricky
Cooling out in New York feel like 50
She fuck with
from the real Ricky
Where the shoelaces is orange with H hats like we from Houston
Condoms in hoes' purses with baby wipes for they coochie
You's a ho
Smoking on buddha
She Blow me like a tuba
(Life style brazy)
And i stay lowkey
Nigga u dont know me
It is what it was
Nigga was my cuz
Then he went
Baby will you be my corona and lime.
And I will be your main squeeze.
And if your brother don't like my style.
We could take it to the street.
We
Baby will you be my corona and lime
And I will be your main squeeze
And if your brother don't like my style
We could take it to the street
We
picky
And I've got my Hatton like Ricky
So I had to have it out with the doorman
I put man to sleep like Nathan Gorman
Bring about five man through to my
Crash that, jump in a new one, an easy day for a nigga
Y'all gossip like Ricky Lake, y'all wishin' hate on a nigga
Don't fit in lanes with these
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
Boy you are literally so fine that it's disrespectful
Like what?
Oh my God
Shawty say she want a pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy
Yea, pretty boy,
on a milly, my 9 on my hippy
Finna flood zones be we run the city
Got bands in my Dickies like I fuck with Diddy
We got boy in the hood like I fuck with Ricky
wanting a taste of that life
P-R-E-T-T-Y B-O-Y
Why you runnin' through my mind
Why I want you by my side
You a P-R-E-T-T-Y
That's on God
Why you runnin'
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I
know who they fucking with
I don't know my net worth but I got stain like the presidents
Scream gabos, i'm the head of it
Honchos, I behead a grip
White
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