Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty, artist - Dabrye. Album song Three/Three, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ghostly International
Song language: English
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? |