score|swayze - Pretty Boy Blanka (feat. Kay L.A.)

Champagne, bring champagne, yeah
And then we go and do the damn thang, yeah
Champagne, bring champagne, yeah
And then we go and do the damn thang, yeah
Champagne, bring champagne, yeah
And then we go and do the damn thang, yeah
If she ain't tryna do the damn thang? Yeah
Then I ain't giving her the man thang, yeah
Iced out, call me King Cold, yeah
Keep the minks in the freezer, yeah
You think I couldn't be cooler? Yeah
Shit nigga me neither
Young nigga play the game, but it's played close
If you playing goddess, then I'm Kratos
Imma slide through like M. Bison
Get her in the Rolls, then it's [K O]
Like em bald head like Okoye
I slept on the floor then I walked in my foyer
The champagne is pink, Super Saiyan that rosé
I switch on a bitch when she give me that OK
I am like no other, stone cold lover, soul brother, Finago Legend Killa
Cameron Giles, Dolph Ziggler, BasedGod, pink, on me, I'm for for real-uh
Black AirMax, black hat, gold watch, looking just like a Steelah
Don't fuck with booster bitches ever since they told me bout the Mayor Sheila
(Ayeee) Desert rose dope dealahs
(Ayeee) World Series, we'll never win again
(Ayeee) Light skinned women bore me
(What?) No chance if you lighter than cinnamon
Young Pretty Boy Blanka, pull up in a truck like a Tonka
Undefeated Larry Csonka, I paint her face like she from Tonga
Keep the goonies on deck, if niggas disrespect then Imma send em birdies
The game we play is hella dirty, you corny niggas don't concern me
Let's not repeat
All this negativity we see out in the street
Motions full but heart empty
Don't move simply cause shit ain't sweet
Ain't simply, I got the juice
Where are ya manners, please take off ya shoes
I am the one not the three not the two
Why do you think that they watchin my moves
The Emperor's groove, I gotta work I got something to prove
Got different niggas for all of my moods
I like that bitch cause she got attitude
I might let her eat it like food
Like how I ooze, I need some money
Please call me Usain cause no one can run me
Don't heart these niggas cause they actin funny
Look in the mirror like fuck it is dummy
See the game callin they want something from me
Can't blame my ex's it's hard not to love me
I gotta go I'm in love with the money
In love with the money like Heff with the bunny
You think that you better it's all In ya head
Psychiatrists said it's all in ya head
See I don't take back anything that I said
You bitches is birds, lookin for bread
Champagne, bring champagne, I
Make em watch me do my damn thang, yeah
Champagne, bring champagne, I
Make em watch me do my damn thang, yeah
Makes sense, yeah make change, yeah
Then you just maintain, yeah
Makes sense, yeah make change, yeah
Then you just maintain, unh
Young Pretty Boy Blanka, pull up in a truck like a Tonka
Undefeated Larry Csonka, I paint her face like she from Tonga
Keep the goonies on deck, if niggas disrespect then Imma send him birdies
The game we play is hella dirty, you corny niggas don't concern me

Written by:
Kayla Allen, Taulib Wright

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