Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Girl Bullsh*t, artist - Mario Winans. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pretty Girl Bullsh*t |
| Oh baby, I can’t live with you, I can’t live without you, yeah |
| Live with you, I can’t live without you, babe, I like this |
| Oh babe, oh, I can’t live with you, I can’t live without you, babe |
| Bad boy, baby, bad boy, yeah, yeah, let’s go |
| I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff, yeah |
| Move ya blood clot 'fore I cock the fifth! |
| Had a bitch in my '03 six, had a hoe rockin' |
| My red gold Cartier on her wrist, now |
| Think about it while the streets you roam |
| Fuck around, won’t be shit in the crib when you get home |
| I roll with Sean Combs, I’m in Caprice, that’s right |
| Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone, let’s go |
| Bad boy come through in the toy, bad boy, baby |
| And I’m boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi |
| Y’all don’t want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent |
| You’d rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabban', now, yeah |
| And what the fuck he on? |
| Stop your blood clot crying |
| 'Fore these plates start flying, I’m a bad girl |
| Illest bitch grinding, bad girl, Sean John Rolls |
| Hold chocolate diamonds, let’s go, Mario |
| What am I to do, when you act a fool? |
| Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you? |
| Now baby, that ain’t cool, you ain’t got a clue |
| What you had in me, too fine to see |
| And I don’t really wanna be, baby |
| What’s the reason you want me? |
| Girl, the truth is you need me |
| First you say that you trust me |
| Then you go and betray me |
| Now I took all I can |
| And I know I’m a good man |
| God, I wash my hands, make another plan |
| 'Cos I don’t really wanna stay, baby |
| So if you wanna go, walk right out that door |
| 'Cos I don’t want no more of your pretty girl bulls |
| If you wanna leave, it’s okay with me |
| Matter of fact, I’m begging please |
| Take your pretty girl, bull |
| Now this is number two, them chance I gave to you |
| You said, «It was the end» but here we go again |
| I thought I was a friend, not just another man |
| While holding hands, you don’t understand |
| And I don’t really get you, baby |
| What’s the reason you want me |
| Girl, the truth is you need me |
| First you say that you trust me |
| Then you go and betray me |
| Now I took all I can |
| And I know I’m a good man |
| God, I wash my hands, make another plan |
| 'Cos I don’t really wanna stay, baby |
| So if you wanna go, walk right out that door |
| 'Cos I don’t want no more of your pretty girl bulls |
| If you wanna leave, it’s okay with me |
| Matter of fact I’m begging please |
| Take your pretty girl, bull |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo, Fox |
| Now the tables dun turned and duke fell off, yeah |
| But I’m stylin' you seen Fox cover the source, you see it |
| Y’all see the G5, y’all see me come through, yeah, verr' nice crib |
| And a nurr' blue five, y’all see the G4, you see it, yeah |
| Duke come out the hood, let me take you on a Tito borough tour |
| Come on, y’all don’t want a bitch in Juicy Couture, no, you don’t |
| You’d rather fuck a hoe in a Reebok velor |
| But I’m a bad girl, whips to crashing, yeah, bad girl |
| Y’all know how Fox do it with the Sean John fashion, that’s right |
| So tell me why you continue to lie? |
| Why? |
| I seen the bitch in the seven forty five L.I. |
| now |
| Just tell me why I continue to try, full of bullshit |
| He acting like a star can’t cry, come on man |
| He acting like I’m blind, what? |
| And how he doing this bullshit |
| He acting like I ain’t get the nigga fly, let’s go |
| So if you wanna go, walk right out that door |
| 'Cos I don’t want no more of your pretty girl bulls |
| If you wanna leave, it’s okay with me, oh yeah |
| Matter of fact I’m begging please |
| Take your pretty girl, bull |
| So if you wanna go, walk right out that door |
| 'Cos I don’t want no more of your pretty girl bulls |
| If you wanna leave, it’s okay with me |
| Matter of fact I’m begging please |
| Take your pretty girl, bull |
| So if you wanna go, walk right out that door |
| 'Cos I don’t want no more of your pretty girl bulls |
| If you wanna leave, it’s okay with me |