Lyrics to Left
Music Majors

Pretty and boujee I look like the shit
Had to tell diva I take this shit left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

Baguettes wetty and they all on my neck
You know I’ve been ‘bout a check
You know I hang with some killers
You know they walk with a Tech
Bitches be pressed they can’t fuck up my energy
When I leave the room bet they remember me
Money stay with me the money a friend of me
Pretty and brown he gon’ drink me like Hennessey
I walk around with a fat wallet
I walk around with a pretty penny
I keep plenty Benjis in my back pocket
If the gang around know they gon’ act ‘bout it
I got more money, she mad ‘bout it
Fuck all my opps I been killing the scene
Money the only thing green
Bitch you ain’t fucking with me
I never follow I lead ‘em
Independent bitch I do not need ‘em
Put me in the room with any bitch bet they tuck their tail and I eat ‘em (Yep)
They saying Karlae you different (Yep)
That’s just ‘cause I’m on a mission (Mission)
I’m tryna get to a milli (Milli)
I’m tryna make sure they feel me

Pretty and boujee I look like the shit
Had to tell diva I take this shit left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

He like a bitch that can’t nobody have
He like to bring me around just to brag
He said girl what you want I ain’t checking no tag
Giving niggas the blues I be leaving ‘em sad
Love him ‘cause he honest with amazing dick
Money on her head about my nigga I done brought the bitch
You blowing up his phone while he giving me head
So concerned with my titties bitches ain’t getting no bread
Face card valid thank the lord because I’m blessed
Gorgeous ghetto bitch got these niggas spending checks
He was eating them blue pills trippin’ on your set
Consider yourself lucky you was fucking with the best

Pretty and boujee I look like the shit
Had to tell diva I take this shit left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy