Lyrics:
Wait, hold up
You know you're my babygirl
Yeah, this the only way you might hear me out
Late night working on the weekends
Pretty smile, looking pure
So many pretty bitches, I got options
Better call lil nigga, don't knock, don't let the opps in
This watch, this chain, this diamond ring is
stress
Your skin tone the best, it's good by how you dress
This is the love store, the background check look correct
Good pussy, pretty face is what we
a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"
Mr. Mistake Maker time taker Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But
pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, thick thighs
Tell me if ya down tonight
[Chorus]
You and me and tonight
Girl what do ya say?
I gotta have it
U's
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
Cocky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons
Refused to be mistreated
I'll be damned if I repeat it
I be that Pretty Flacko
I tell her go retweet it
Draw pictures in pretty ways
Aren't you so brilliant
We should make time for the wonderful things we can do,
It helps you shine through
When life
I've thought of you every day since June of '55
That picture you gave me has helped me survive
I've passed by your house a million times outside
a
Gun pulled on me by my
Limo driver, by police
By everybody and once my life
Is gone it’s gone can’t nobody give it
Back to me not the judge
Not
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
from the cry of the city
Where flowers, pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
Picture me
bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy
Marylin's queen of the scene
In a humble abode
By the bowling green
Marylin she collects names
With picture profile computer games
To hang
He's got a smile that could set the world on fire
Independent with some wisdom that I've come to admire
But behind those pretty eye eye eyes
She's
Six man up on my
District
I aint stupid enough to get
Shifted
Neeky snapping your
Pictures
Lil bitches shudda wore
Lipstick
If step on your block whats
She's waking up
Alone in bed
She smokes a cigarette
And bows her pretty head
There's no one on the telephone
Your voice is always gone
You know
Found out that them dudes that's repping with you is cowards
Your right-hand man been effing you on the powder
Cut a body part off and they leave it by
did I care?
Fool that I was
Oh, little by little I burned
Maybe sometimes
There might be a flaw
But how pretty the picture was back then
What
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
But I remember well the day I thought now that guy's pretty cool
He pulled into the parking lot
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
Perfect for pictures, baby a winner
She's my dinner
Spice in the coop, baba ganoush
Shawty on the top of my flute
Playing the blues
All she do is
locket with two perfect pictures
Face-to-face but you had an addiction to anything that wasn't me
Now baby, it's pretty clear to see
That I'm locked up,
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