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a.e. (æ) - pretty yung ting lyrics

(verse 1)
got so many hoes, so many foes
so many role players wanna be the man godd-mn
got so many flows, this one going dumb i know, i know
so many wild nights, lost my mind a long time ago
so many times i keep it on the low
but i’m too high to be try keep it on the low
so many days, so many ways, so much love but so many hate
so many wait, wait, imma dig so many graves
if these hoe n-ggas try and throw me in the shed
hoes in the bottom with a stove in my face
cook the b-tch on cook c0ke in the race
so so many, so many what? yo i still won’t say
no, so many st-tches, so many fans listenin’
yo, i know what you saying when you wishiperin’
ay, he probably got weight in his kitchen
nope only got cake in my kitchen
so many loafs start a bake in my kitchen
so much doe like a bank in my kitchen
so many plates, so many dishes
b-tch you gotta cook for so many n-ggas
so many b-tches like oh no he didn’t
cos he so independant
masterpiece raised me, i don’t know any limits
so many timid shy motherf-ckers wanna be a lie motherf-cker, lie do you wanna ride with a bunch of wild young gunners doing so many numbers, f-cking with my pretty young ting

(hook)
pretty young ting
(so many)
pretty young ting
(so many)
pretty young ting
i got the hot what i make her steam
i got the hot what i make her steam
i got the hot what i make her steam
so many pretty young tings
i got the hot what i make her steam

pretty young ting
(so many)
pretty young ting
(so many)
pretty young ting
i got the hot what i make her steam
i got the hot what i make her steam
i got the hot what i make her steam
so many pretty young tings
i got the hot what i make her steam

(verse 2)
so many nights in the club
so many nights been fighting with my thugs
so many times, wasn’t my blood on my t-shirt, so many times that none of us leave hurt
so many nights we skrrrt, high speed chase
so many cops burnt, so many blocks heard
bout them dope boys serving whole blocks to the hood, so many boys up to no good
so many summers in the slums, its hot through the window where i’m from
so many times i call my n-gga, bring the guns bring em all my n-gga
so many close calls, some murders they most saw
so they pulled up on em with so many seamys, hit em and rode off so many
now so many pretty young tings don’t be run tings, so many n-ggas better come clean
tell em what’s real b-tch, tell em how you feel sh-t, tell em bout the young king
and i mean that
so many flights back and forth, miami, new york, so many hoes missed the board
now i even know what they miss me for
so many saying i ain’t shiv you for
now so many bills on the table
can’t even fit no meals on the table
remember when i couldn’t pay the bill for the cable, in the living room just living
so many timid shy motherf-ckers wanna be a lie motherf-cker, like me wanna ride with a bunch of wild young gunners doing so many numbers, f-cking with a pretty young ting

(outro)
i can be your pretty young ting ting
oh boy you can call me, baby just call me
i can be your pretty young ting ting
oh boy you can call me, baby just call me

i can be your pretty young tell you in the morning, tell you in the evening, pretty young ting

- a e ae lyrics

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