Elaine Rose - Pretty Boy.

Pretty Boy I hit em with a stick
(Woah)
Pretty Boy I gotta hit a lick
(Woah)
Pretty little biddie in the whip
(Woah)
Pretty little biddie let me hit
(Woah)
Pretty Boy got a new stick
Pretty Boy got a new whip
Pretty Boy gotta hit a lick
Pretty Boy gotta make hits
Pretty Boy gotta sip pink
Gotta sip purp and green
Gotta pop p30s
Poppin caps out of my m16
Vo 2 died on me
None of these niggas is fuckin with me
They paying me money to just see my teeth
Industrial bar lookin pretty on me
You calling me ugly fuck do you mean
Nautica jackets is covering me
Hilfiger, Tommy its all of my jeans
Bred 11s and they up on my feet
No no no
You cannot fuck with the bitches I got
Nigga you know this is just how I rock
Im blown up bombs like this is Iraq
The People they love me
Like my name Barack
Obama phone and im just hitting the plug
Im getting my drugs
We smokin on runts
Burning out blunts all over the dash
Ugly ass bitches can come kiss my ass
My life is wreck just like my dad
I do this for sis yea im all that she have
Pretty big nigga I got many dreams
They only come true whenever Im asleep
Girlies on girlies they wild and free
I sit on the throne yea you know that im king
Kong with all the guerrilla warfare
Fight for my spot im cryin war tears
Blood and sweat go into the pen
Uncle dead, never see em again
But ima still stay fuckin pretty
Pretty boy don't say nothing to me
Ugly niggas can't say shit to me
Gotta him with my new tooly
Sit around and we sip on truleys
Durag on and I tie it loosely
Pretty bitches and they all want me
Pretty boy, so these bitches want me
Pretty Boy I hit em with a stick
(Woah)
Pretty Boy I gotta hit a lick
(Woah)
Pretty little biddie in the whip
(Woah)
Pretty little biddie let me hit
(Woah)

Written by:
Elian Sagala

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