feat wale gucci mane - pretty bitches (feat. wale) - gucci mane lyrics
hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
she caught up in my love triangle
i used to sell them things in triangle
and that was when i was in the eighth grade
now i’m self made and i’m high paid
n-gg-, you ain’t even in my tax bracket
i’m pulling gucci denim off the clothes racket
gucci man, it’s the gucci crew
bricksquad records, n-gg-, who are you?
what it do n-gg-, what’s poppin’?
find them early next summer we droppin’
we back again, yeah, we back again and we gotta win
she wanna be my friend
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i pull up in that black and red challenger
a compet-tion where the challengers
i pull up in that ‘rrari with the other one
and thinking about goin’ and gettin’ another one
gucci man, i wander right from africa to pakistan
understand and over stand, gucci man in overland
what a fine -ss, yellow bone, she got it going on
now i got so many chains, no, they don’t know what’s going on
found her number in my phone and don’t know what be going wrong
found her number in my phone and don’t know what be going wrong
she had it going on
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
easier they know my name, magic city, throw some change
flyest n-gg- in this, b-tch and i don’t even own no chain
take your chick with no complaint, she say my sh-t, oh, so great
and that’s why be she feeling me, yeah, i got that novacaine
go for my debauch sh-t, forced to rock till i’m nauseous
stuck up when, she sober when she rollin’, got no conscious
she owe these now louis vuitton, she work at that nudi bar
thought they do it for the money, get your camera [incomprehensible]
dream, we can all burn till i am the highest, man
y’all a bunch of p-ss-es, why the f-ck i need an alias then?
paper planes piloting, why your seller tiring
[incomprehensible]
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
these pretty b-tches love me, them b-tches love me
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
i think them b-tches love that i’m a bottle popper
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