Lyrics:
Yeah
Yo
They talk and over trow
I hush and undergo
They flop, forever fold
I rush another goal
They try to set the tone
I do it on my own
They bought
comin wit me
Ya chick say i look like a snack now say she wanna fuck me to pretty ricky
Got out the way they was takin shots i dodged everyone By
get me where I'm going
Like that pretty little gal riding by in a champagne Corolla
Woah, my God, so help me
I'd jump on the side if she'd just
like why, I, I
I'm a star, baby; look up in the sky, y, y
See the Pretty Ricky jet flyin' right
I'm fly, I, I, I, I, I
Milli park the Bentley, jump
I'm rookie but that shit is silly
I'm picking lilies
They for my mama she who pretty
She working to make it so easy
I'm talking deeply loving her
through (?) ears
I kick it loud and clear
Make you whisper like those motherfucking temptations is out
Hey yea
I end careers
By the pier like pliers
THUGS SELLIN DRUGS UP ON BLICKS COPS AN DERTY LOOKS
AINT NUTHIN PRETTY IN MY CITY THATS SHITTY
MY MAN WAS RUNNIN WIL' UP ON THE ISLE HE CAUGHT A BUCK
to the city
Were so alone
My awful tone
Im sorry my love Im not your home
Look at me
Im so pretty
Weve lost our minds to the city
Were so alone
My awful tone
Im
pon my mind
You too sweet girl i no fit con decline
No be lie girlie you too fine oo
Pretty eyes please don't leave me go
Wetin man fit do without you
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
bitch I got it out the sand
Ever since a lil' kid my pops taught me how to be a man
And ever since then, that's exactly what I did
I times my money by ten
pretty
Ima lick up on ya cus you looking backshot pretty
You can hold onto my glock because you always with me
And I love it
Ride with me, say fuck it
because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta shit
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference
The bitch she can't hold me
I told this bitch it's OG
The mongo sauce cold
I told this bitch don't roll with me
SGT I'm pretty ricky
Broken shop for
I wanted to, shit so incomplete
See one thing about lil' Nino, I can take my lick
I fell for ya, I was crazy and I must admit
If I trip by the hoe, my
you wit' me?
(Yeah)
L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D
All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen
I know this sunny who be lifty off
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
Do you got what it take for you
between these girls I'm picky
That nigga mad cause his bitch wanna lick me
Think he wanna do a nigga like Ricky
Not gonna happen my boy gotta blicky
He
day by day
Pray my homie beat da case
Jewish lawyer nothin' stay
Pretty bitch I paint ha face
She gon' suck it anyway
Bout my chips frito-lay
Hold
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
or go home
You're sounding like a quitter
You should change your tone
So go big, or go home
Even peasants, they can make it
To to the throne, come on
I
And she say I'm so fake
We ain't spoke in weeks that is what the soul take
And she say she don't eat wanna send it my way
Tryna kill like fab but
Pretty Ricky
It's Friday
Freaky freaky
I'm Infatuated
Captivated by your beauty
By your love
By your soul
By your hugs
I can never get enough
Percocet
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