Lyrics:
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
I heard the bartender say
"She ain't pretty she just looks that way"
So, uh, I called her up, her father was home
Said "She's busy she can't come
she say, I grab the latex
Off of me, and throw it away to be safe
And I give her the getaway-look and I say softly
We gotta move, my bus is leaving
through the night
My mind racing through the time
Ain't no lie
she likes the way I do my thang
Just like the way she like the smell of rain
She my comfort
she sees later?
Think on it, we'll speak later, Rod Wave, it's gon' be a while 'til we waver
Yeah, they say, "Ooh, there go the youngin'," yeah,
over there
Miss pretty, she’s a thot
10 out of 10
More like not
No I ain’t the type to
Hit up on a woman
But I can roll my R’s
Cause my stick is a wooden
It ain't through no wedding band
And well I could tell by the look in her eyes,
She was beginning to understand
So I said hey pretty cowboy lady,
Let
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
It ain't no mistake
There's a same tone
She even got her own
Little music notes
She's pretty like a bird
But I won't compare
(She don't compare)
Mhm
Uh-uh
Lil' Haitian Gotti, like that there, Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh
I was down on my dick
Man of the house since I was a lil' jit
Most of these niggas ain’t
Kimora Lee, oh
So pretty, girl, you belong in a gallery
What's your fantasy? (What's your fantasy?)
Say something you ain't never did (you ain't never
Ain't this the dude that said that it ain't about the price tag
Now on your records all that you do is brag
Come on Bob, I thought you was better than
Went vegan Guess she tryna get her shit right
Good golly
Look like you bought a new body
Ooh you don got me started
How did we get here and get lost
though, she just want that bag homie
Aye, but I ain't tripping on she bro, I just want that *** homie
Ooh, left check wow, right cheek, dang
Throw a lot
on pretty faces so
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
When you see me walk on by, walk on by
Haha, you ain't
she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
She look like Maybelline (Maybelline)
Straight outta magazine (Magazine)
Something I can't believe (Can't believe)
She feel like fantasy (Fantasy)
hard
My life broad and she’s damn fine
I told her I won’t snitch let’s do a 69
Do you see the crown? Look into the Kings eyes
y’all tryana sleep
Oh my god I
Got myself a little baddie
She so fucking pretty (ooh)
Angel in a rose colored dress
She always shows her best
I ain't ever gon' let you
on a rapper
What she think, this love and hip hop?
I'm in this bitch with a big Glock
By myself with this big pretty wristwatch
Type to spit in her mouth when
Dark meat pretty brown bitch that adore me
Dark tint on my dark bent on a dark street
The tints on my shit there look darker
Pouring up drank nigga, my
ain't Lil' Bow Wow
Life is all a gamble and you gotta thous' down
Win a couple games now and you the man around town
Now you fuckin' pretty brown
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
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