| I got pretty girl privileges
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| The brown skin, blonde hair make him give me his M’s
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| Me and my friends, takin' trips to the villages, all up in the villa
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| Countin' up a check, while I’m sippin' on tequila
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| He know I’ma killer, in a pink whiplash
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| Break a neck, make a nigga hit his feet, do the dash
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| Break a sweat, blow a bag on me (Bag)
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| Throw some cash on me (Cash)
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| Little booty, but it look like I got ass on me
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| Wanna see a pretty girl get ugly?
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| Then when I walk by, try to touch me
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| It’ll get real nasty, real quick
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| I don’t take no shit, I’m a real bitch
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| You can look, don’t touch me, though
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| I never hooked with a dusty ho
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| 'Cause dirt rubs off, and I gotta shine, bitch, I’m a star
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| I’m a pretty broad, I know you see it
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| Remy Ma, I’m so conceited
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| Pretty bald, your ho gon' eat it
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| If he not, you know he leavin' (Get out)
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| Tell a nigga to dip
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| You know I’m a pretty bitch, if I want it I get it, no questions
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| Got Killa to the right, got Latto on the left, that’s three bad bitches flexin'
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| Pretty girl, I don’t buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
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| City girl, yeah they rock with me, I’m a star (Yeah)
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| Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
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| Get it, girl, get it, get it, girl
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| So, to look like this, you gotta strut your shit (Strut your shit)
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| Left and right like you ambidextrous
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| Can’t forget to let your hair swang, all your rings and earrings
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| Need me a pink house, 2 Chainz
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| Ombré nails, look like flames
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| I need new shit on my wrist, made your nigga pay for this (And that)
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| Then that boy gone, he dismissed, because I’m a pretty bitch
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| And I made my own damn bag, so what your man gave me was extra
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| I’m a young fly chick, might catch me zoomin' in a Tesla
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| And my makeup, my face always made up
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| Lookin' like the baddest bitch whenever I be laced up with makeup (I do)
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| Oh wait, I think I’m out of time, that’s good and bad like pros and cons
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| These hoes broke with open palms, I run this shit like marathons
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| Pretty girl, I don’t buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
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| City girl, yeah they rock with me, I’m a star (Yeah)
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| Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
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| Get it, girl, get it, get it, girl
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| Pretty girl, I’m a bad girl
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| I’m a trap girl, got my own shit
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| No back and forth with a bum bitch
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| Hate a pretty girl, who ain’t on shit
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| Own whip, own crib, I ain’t even have to fuck for it
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| These bitches fuckin' rich niggas and they ain’t got shit to show for it
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| But, but that’s tea, ask your man 'bout me ('Latto)
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| Pretty girls only, they all look like me and T
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| A hundred deep, and we all get in for free
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| They don’t want no beef, I get you gone for a fee
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| He want a pretty girl, he don’t want just any girl
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| Super stiff on all these niggas, he want a saddity girl
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| Whatever she with it girl, she gon' go and get it girl
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| Racks all on her, like this lil' bitch grew up playing tennis girl
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| Pretty girl, I don’t buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
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| City girl, yeah they rock with me, I’m a star (Yeah)
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| Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
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| Get it, girl, get it, get it girl
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| Pretty girl, I don’t buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
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| City girl, yeah they rock with me, I’m a star (Yeah)
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| Get it girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
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| Get it girl, get it, get it, girl (Get it, girl) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Girl Remix , by - Baby Tate. Song from the album GIRLS Deluxe, in the genre Поп