Lyrics:
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
turned and began to scream at Floyd
said "You think you're pretty mean"
And though she was as thin as a small string bean
She slammed him in the face
the scene
So your bitch coming with me
Im on that give him the business
What this aint nothing to me
Tristin too pretty
Call me a bad boy
Got a biggie
Give
Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers , play the odds
Play, "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
was made with a voice
Why you coming with all that noise
I'm the boy that keeps it poise
Got a team full of playboys
We'll switch and swing like Floyd
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
gun in the back
Twisted barren branches
Break up a cloudless sky
Time’s running out
As the miles roll by
When the boys got to the farm house
It was
got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got
That's why they call me Pretty Boy
Fluent in the arts
Combating the perils of the dark
Looking like a mark
Oh shit
I got a sleeve of hearts
And a mind
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
Mother--
FATHER: Father, I'm Father.
HERBERT: But Father, I don't want any of that.
FATHER: Listen, lad. I've built this kingdom up from nothing.
When I
'Round and 'round a penny goes
'Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been
I got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
to hop out the Royce
Fly the city then dine with the boys
I've been doing this so long feel like Floyd
Wear my heart on my arm but I'm poised
And you know
know
Pretty Boy Floyd
Ima take it
Got no choice
Ima do it
Yea you know it
Got the melody, yea
Ooh
Got the melody, yea
Ooh
Ooh ohh
Yea yea
Yea we sold
Yea
Been to hell and back i can't play the violin
Going to the top gotta think of where i've been
Can't be thinking about the outside gotta think within
(Boots, boys)
I think it's time that I mention
I've got myself an obsession For the smell, for the touch ?
I know I got myself a habit but I've
a pair of short shorts
And buddy she was looking good
I got what I want I'll never ask for more
When I fell in love with the pretty little girl next
them rounds
That's why they talk the way they talk because they got all them rounds
Yehh George Floyd say he couldn't
That man say he couldn't Yehh
Canon on me no this not no photoshoot
Boy
Please don't run up you know bro'nem shoot
Boy
We don't call no muthafuckin truce
Boy
You ain't got no
beautiful
As if I've never looked in a God damn mirror in my life
Can't you see, pretty boy? You're nothing to me
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Hey boy, I know just
beautiful
As if I've never looked in a God damn mirror in my life
Can't you see, pretty boy? You're nothing to me
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Hey boy, I know just
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