Lyrics Pretty - Dabrye, Jonwayne

Pretty

You should leave the hype alone, just trust us
Then flex with the microphone, bust, clutch, fuss
Do the double dutch bus for the Utz crumb
For the bubble butt all I need is just one
Y’all sleepin' on the boy sittin' on a butt plug
Y’all don’t get shit, just a flavor of the month
Bask in my glow, rob the show
Even all the politic can not stop the flow
These real lines a helicopter chop the snow
Real snot burst bubbles like bottles of
I stay home, write audible tones
Watch my girl model my clothes
Cop noodles and slop dome
I been killin' shit since I got grown
Rap is a young man’s game so I’m writin' these old poems
When I’m home, in the zone
I’m in the studio, leave me alone
Ain’t you learn how to knock?
Not with those beats you ain’t
Flyer than a baby bird’s beak, you ain’t
Tighter than a Buddha monk’s teeth, you ain’t
Liver than a double LP, you ain’t
King of the motherfucking streets, you ain’t
Bring the whole game to the knees, you ain’t
Take a good look at the man you ain’t
Ain’t he pretty though?
This is for the recluse who get loose on solitude
Y’all like a family but not a crew
If I didn’t honor you I don’t gotta do
I don’t mean to bother you but, uh, I fathered you
Make you better is the only thing that I can offer you
Or you can stay ass, boy, I ain’t the boss of you
But I am the manager, get your damage up
Or I’ll knock you off the plot like Super Smash Brothers
I ain’t holdin' though, why you J.D. Salinger?
All you baby savages need to salvage what it was
I don’t mean to spoil the end but we been circlin' round the bend
Lookin' for ends since, uh, the beginning
Y’all are just heating up the engine
Rev for the revenue, bread for the brethren
Kick back the blessin’s, speak like a reverend
Till I kick down the door to heaven
Ain’t you learn how to knock?
Not with those beats you ain’t
Flyer than a baby bird’s beak, you ain’t
Tighter than a Buddha monk’s teeth, you ain’t
Liver than a double LP, you ain’t
King of the motherfucking streets, you ain’t
Bring the whole game to the knees, you ain’t
Take a good look at the man you ain’t
Ain’t he pretty though?