Lyrics to Pretty Boi
Ooh, ohhh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, oh (Bitch I'm high as fuck)
Oh man oh man Jefe
Lately I'm feelin' myself (Self)
I'm gettin' fresher deaf (Deaf)
I'm gettin' high as hell (High as hell)
You better watch where you step (Where you step)
I got your bitch in a pad today
I can't even go outside no way
Made her come only like Madden day
Ayy
Look
I told her pipe up
Everytime that I hit from the back, gotta rev it up (Uh)
See them plottin' on nigga that comin' up (Ah yeah)
Send a hoe to your spot just to get fucked (Uh)
I'm on the opp block doin' donuts (Oh)
She put the molly rock in the cola (Oh)
I took that case cold like a cold cut (Cut)
Bringin' them blues out just like atona (Oh)
This a four runna, it's not a Tacoma
I roll the Runts up for the aroma (Boom)
She can fill me in the tummy like coastas
I can tell she boutta give me a bona (Yeah)
I let her pop, it took on her persona
Tell me you gon ride, put you in a coma (Yeah)
They ain't really gon ride so I put em on a poster
They ain't really gon ride, gon do what they post to
All of these drums, I don't need no holster (Oh)
I don't shop at express when my neck gon pull them (Yeah)
I'ma come at these chicks like "what do I owe ya?" (Oh)
I don't get no wrists, I be up to the mornin' (No)
Lil bitch I'm gone, I don't want no cones
I want that strong, I can't even call my ? (Oh)
Can't right my wrongs, what the fuck is you on?
Bitch what do you want?
Ooh, don't give me that tone
I don't even gotta kick it east Saint Laurent (Laurent)
Listen baby, I could find me a clone (Clone)
Listen baby, you don't know what I'm on (I'm on)
Listen baby, this some ? (Yeah, ah)
I'm at the top, sit at top of the throne (Yeah yeah)
I'm goin' deep in yo backbone (Bone)
I've been that pretty boy all along (Ayy)
I ain't gon' write you a song
I just wanna thumb through these racks all day long
Yeah, that's all I want (Ayy)
I had her give me some brain, while I brain storm
I took the top off in the rain, I'ma fill it with plastic cellophane
That's the only way you get ring, ayy
That's the only way I feel a thing (Let's go)
I told her pipe up
Everytime that I hit from the back, gotta rev it up (Uh)
See them plottin' on nigga that comin' up (Ah yeah)
Send a hoe to your spot just to get fucked (Uh)
I'm on the opp block doin' donuts (Oh)
She put the molly rock in the cola (Oh)
I took that case cold like a cold cut (Cut)
Bringin' them blues out just like atona (Oh)
This a four runna, it's not a Tacoma
I roll the Runts up for the aroma (Boom)
She can fill me in the tummy like coastas
I can tell she boutta give me a bona (Yeah)
I let her pop, it took on her persona
Tell me you gon ride, put you in a coma (Yeah)
They ain't really gon ride so I put em on a poster
They ain't really gon ride, gon do what they post to
Ayy, ayy, ayy, oh (Bitch I'm high as fuck)
Oh man oh man Jefe
Lately I'm feelin' myself (Self)
I'm gettin' fresher deaf (Deaf)
I'm gettin' high as hell (High as hell)
You better watch where you step (Where you step)
I got your bitch in a pad today
I can't even go outside no way
Made her come only like Madden day
Ayy
Look
I told her pipe up
Everytime that I hit from the back, gotta rev it up (Uh)
See them plottin' on nigga that comin' up (Ah yeah)
Send a hoe to your spot just to get fucked (Uh)
I'm on the opp block doin' donuts (Oh)
She put the molly rock in the cola (Oh)
I took that case cold like a cold cut (Cut)
Bringin' them blues out just like atona (Oh)
This a four runna, it's not a Tacoma
I roll the Runts up for the aroma (Boom)
She can fill me in the tummy like coastas
I can tell she boutta give me a bona (Yeah)
I let her pop, it took on her persona
Tell me you gon ride, put you in a coma (Yeah)
They ain't really gon ride so I put em on a poster
They ain't really gon ride, gon do what they post to
All of these drums, I don't need no holster (Oh)
I don't shop at express when my neck gon pull them (Yeah)
I'ma come at these chicks like "what do I owe ya?" (Oh)
I don't get no wrists, I be up to the mornin' (No)
Lil bitch I'm gone, I don't want no cones
I want that strong, I can't even call my ? (Oh)
Can't right my wrongs, what the fuck is you on?
Bitch what do you want?
Ooh, don't give me that tone
I don't even gotta kick it east Saint Laurent (Laurent)
Listen baby, I could find me a clone (Clone)
Listen baby, you don't know what I'm on (I'm on)
Listen baby, this some ? (Yeah, ah)
I'm at the top, sit at top of the throne (Yeah yeah)
I'm goin' deep in yo backbone (Bone)
I've been that pretty boy all along (Ayy)
I ain't gon' write you a song
I just wanna thumb through these racks all day long
Yeah, that's all I want (Ayy)
I had her give me some brain, while I brain storm
I took the top off in the rain, I'ma fill it with plastic cellophane
That's the only way you get ring, ayy
That's the only way I feel a thing (Let's go)
I told her pipe up
Everytime that I hit from the back, gotta rev it up (Uh)
See them plottin' on nigga that comin' up (Ah yeah)
Send a hoe to your spot just to get fucked (Uh)
I'm on the opp block doin' donuts (Oh)
She put the molly rock in the cola (Oh)
I took that case cold like a cold cut (Cut)
Bringin' them blues out just like atona (Oh)
This a four runna, it's not a Tacoma
I roll the Runts up for the aroma (Boom)
She can fill me in the tummy like coastas
I can tell she boutta give me a bona (Yeah)
I let her pop, it took on her persona
Tell me you gon ride, put you in a coma (Yeah)
They ain't really gon ride so I put em on a poster
They ain't really gon ride, gon do what they post to
