Lyrics:
OMALICHA [MONALISA] LYRICS BY KRUZ DANIEL
Verse:
My Victoria Kimani
She’s so fine I call I Khelani
Melanin popping, her back like Ashanti
One day
Bouncing off the walls, ADHD
Full aggression for a nigga tryna test me
Feeling pretty hot now, please don't tempt me
We don't fuck around, my niggas
he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're
(The girl's perspective)
Please tell me who's the boy
I was dancing with, yesterday night
As I was looking all around he was the only
only one in
I started opening my mind and by 20 i improved immensely
Started collaborating and dropping tracks by the many
Gotta a duo project coming soon i am
Pretty boy wearing sad eyes storms the room and hides
Foolish boy fakes his style, cunning but a child
Pretty girl, perfect poise, a mesmerizing
missed a lotta lovin' in my lifetime
But I'm never gonna do it again I'm never gonna do it again
[ guitar ]
As a boy in school I guess I done pretty
you're so damn shy
Baby baby baby baby boy you can not lie
I'm ice cold, except when you're around
Don't play me like I play them other guys in town
You
to get by, and I don’t ever trip
I’m well in the sky, they waitin’ on the slip
She told me she cried, but know she full of shit
She acting all shy, but
two, boy
Don’t tell your Friends, no
About last night, boy
It’s just our secret now
You’re twisted now, babe
Haunted by my love
You’re falling for lust
Appreciated by the boys
Straight blond hair rollered up at the ends
Cute little fringe setting good girl trends
Your lovely aussie accent and shy behaviour
You
he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if
the city foreal
My girl's so pretty foreal
My life is litty foreal
Thank God he picked me foreal
Star boy since a pickney foreal
Hot gyal dem tricky
a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been
I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave
in the April and May weather, but I'm not a pretty boy like Floyd
I don't really care if you've got a degree
You're not sick with the words like me
getting any older
Am I getting any older
Pretty words, false promises
Keep your voice down, send a kiss
I'm a shy boy that's the gist
Oh that's the gist
the night, yeah I been patient
Swipe my card but the money ain't running
Like a broken faucet but a pretty boy stunning
Bad boy bluffing like my name McLovin
to the shadows
And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo
Everyone's got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don't be shy, I'll never
I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned
but you understand
Turn this up this my jam this my jam
Is you kin to me, fan or my friend?
Got a stick with me band boy by bands
Hoe you gon' fuck
Let's hit the tropics
You're drop dead gorgeous!
Rich niggas want you but I'm far from the Forbes list
But if a man is valued by his character I'm
trying to imply
You ain't got to be shy
You ain't got to comply
Tell em broke boys bye
Breaking necks everytime you pass by
All that booty got me thinking
Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend
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