Lyrics:
she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling
got some question's
Do you got a man pretty girl
Do need want one in you're world
Baby are you ready for change
I know alot of man say alot of
3 Doors Down In the glare of a neon sign
She laid her body down
The damned walked in beside her
And laid his money down
He said don't try
Pretty girl, you know that you so hot, hot, hot, hot
How about I take you to my spot, spot, spot, spot?
We can take off all our clothes, he won't
you're not pretty enough no no no no
You're beauty runs so deep
So deep inside you you know that's the reason why you
[Chorus]
There's a fire
is teenage love baby
When I'm alone all I'm thinking about is my girl
You smile your pretty face' and them light brown curls
At first I was
horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty
Well if you run wit' your niggas
Then I walk with my killas
You will never have a woman
Head as long
came down the chimney
'Bout a half past three
Left all those pretty presents
That you see before me
Merry Christmas, Baby, Baby
You sure been good
Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair
The night is filled with pretty girls
Dancing shoes and flying hair
Not one of them would refuse
To follow you up the stairs
You could have your
Th-this how you want me to set it homie
I hope you ready to march niggas
Hut two three four
Back with the gangsta of rap, retort
I hope somebody quickly
coat
When a girl gets coy in front of a boy
After three or four dances
Ah, you can just bet she'll play hard-to-get
To multiply her chances
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
it (switch up)
Tired of my ho, new bitch me (please)
At this point, this shit pimpin' (pimpin')
Never off, be consistent (huh)
Glock two-three
a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair
Your name, Your name
Is victory
All praise, will rise
To Christ, our king
By Your spirit I will rise
From the ashes of defeat
The resurrected
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket
addicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton
Chorus
Verse Three: see-Bo
Now
Step by step we march
Day by day we're waking up
With braver hearts
We are fighting hard
Once we have been told a secret
Too risky to know
Three years
Old Crumley
or I can do more work in a day than my wife can do in three
Old Crumley he began to swear
As the leaf grows on the tree, tree
That he
Don't get strung out by the way that I look
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell
pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on
complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life.
This was
Won't find us for sure
Broke that pretty home
Guilty stone by stone
You and I both know you can't be happy for long
So where you gonna run to now
smile
'cause looks are deceivin'
Sexy walk mighty profound
So pretty girls are misleadin'
Lesson learned don't judge a book
By lookin' at its cover, you
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