Lyrics:
gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun
Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look
I'm JJ Finesser
Still finessing
Them goals in FIFA
Celebrating W's
Man light that cigar up
We on tonight
My pretty mestiza
Celebrate the present
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
with me
Hit me, I get you talkin' like you poppin' more like you pretty Ricky
So you see me come around with that thing on my side
Put your head between
juevo
dame chocha, you don't get dinero
si te gusta, dirle huerpa
rub my pepe, I rub your teta
(Madd Rapper)
Yo Yo Yo hey pretty momma, you look sweet
I
to god a nigga gone blast it
Yeah, I get her in by the night
Kick her out by the morning yeah that's magic
Oh they spin on his shit damn that's tragic
I
Okay!! Hello, and welcome back to The Ricky Jamaraz Show,
We're here with a young person
Who's just been dumped by the girl of his dreams
How does that
already spinnin'
Don't be fooled by the fact
That you already missed so many, many chances
You had so many graces
Truth be told it's not really cold there
you wanna escape
All night that's right
Out of mind
Out of my face
If its the truth I don't play no games
He's so pretty let's romance
I'm so nervous
a hit you with the slicky
I'm a hit you with the sticky
I'm a hit you with the icky
Got you feelin' Pretty Ricky
And I'm runnin' like I'm Ricky
Take a hit
fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty Ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like
back, you just got Pretty Ricky
I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city
And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could
that River Mississippi
Freaky nigga like I sing with Pretty Ricky
Huh? Yeah, yeah
Got the adlibs from Smiggy
Nails done, but my trigger finger itchy
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
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
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No One could
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look
Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No-one could look
surround me
Bass drop, baby now I'm ready for take off
I'm Ricky Bobby riding, chasing cougars in race cars
Space bars
Cantina typing my memoirs
Pull my
Brown the fuck out the pretty little face
While shes singing Lil Dicky
I crumple up a three for fifty, the gritty little nitty waltzing through the city
Ricky Moss blowing up all over the seas
I'm so pretty, I do it for the city, I'll bruise you up like a hickey, word to Lil Dicky
I'ma trippy, skinny,
a tempter's nest
And thus he fell with scarce another care
As so easily he slipped
Into prostitution's grip
Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
Ah but
down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, yeah
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