Lyrics:
She killin em softly I call her fedi
She dope as fuck some times she do too much
Pretty in the face and that ass is heavy
Look like it weigh a ton
this ain't what you wanted though
But I got it for the low so I cram it down your thro-oo-oo-Ooh
This ain't who you thought it was just a teleterrorist
(ay)
Yes, I'm a wizard, like Waverly Place (ooh)
Mama Russo, just give me that face (ooh)
Goddamn, she a snack, call her clean plate
Is that fucked up?
thi-thi-thi-thi-thighs
Shawty be thi-thi-thi-thi-thick
She got w-w-w-w-wet
Made her my p-p-p-p chick
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(Yeah,
screen and shoot a little love scene
If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before you're holler, come on
Pretty little lady with the pretty pink
ain't never offered her no drink (no drink)
But I admit that she asked me, can I get a little Hennessy? (Yeah)
Then we both turned off our phones, we
be claiming that she fine
So then why you using filters
Homeboy say he stacking bricks
Man you must be Bob the Builder
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be
stole
Along with some cash, even took the mayors daughter
That that there's kidnapped, now she was with it
so I brought her
Done got myself into a whole
Looking so
In your sweatpants looking so pretty
Mmm I think she done snapped me out of my old ways
Scoring like olé
It's a goal in the morn but I didn't
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
(She be plotting all day)
You won't see none of the signs (There ain't nobody safe)
There ain't too much you can do (She gon do what she please)
Cuz
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
don't believe in God
Coke in my blood, weed in my lungs
Barely staying up, bout to get some fried chicken from Wong's
She laying there, ass all fat
but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, number, number, number-ber
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new?
Although there may be pretty girls that's gon surround me
Most of these hoes are just distractions tryna clown me
If you ain't talking money, don't be
I’m home alone
Please come over
Got the sphuzo we ain’t fucking if we sober
Oh your body’s pretty nasty
We started touching in the back seat
Foreplay
I just wanna thank God (God)
For all the pretty women he let into my life (ooh)
All the Benjamins you let me count (oh-ooh)
Wealth and health
ashamed to look at anyone I meet
Ooh, and there she was standing
Leaning up against a lamp post
(Well, tell it, tell it)
I saw her standing
wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here
You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty
them get a job
And I know they say it's lonely at the top, yeah
But look around, I see bros right across from me
Back then, them pretty chicks used
pay
Yeah-e-yeah
A little bit of crazy there
She will be my lady if she don't look away, she will see my shady stare
Trying to hold your brain
You ain't gotta go nowhere
Gonna get you sprung I swear
Hmm Hmm
Pretty little thing oh yeah
Baby don't you go nowhere
Hmm Hmm
Baby don't you go
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