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mulatto - pretty ricky lyrics

[intro]
(david, wake up)
yeah
latto, let ’em know
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
pretty ricky, pleasure the p (real freak)
pretty ricky, he gotta pleasure the p (real freak)
pretty ricky, pleasure the p
pleasure the p, he gotta pleasure the p

[verse 1]
light this b-tch up like a candle
i got them big toys like santa
b-tches ain’t hard, they just turn on up camera
he love my grammar, i’m from atlanta
so i don’t want to hear r&b, f-ck me to trap
street smart and book smart
you know all them n-gg-s love that (all them n-gg-s love that)
i can’t walk through no metal detector
n-gg-s rats, talking to the detective
n-gg-s fold every time under pressure
f-ck a label, i’m my own investor
hundred thou’, stuff it right in the dresser
pocket full of blues, b-tch, i need extra
left that n-gg-, he’ll never do better
tell him when to shoot like a director

[chorus]
pretty ricky, pleasure the p
pretty ricky (real freak), he gotta pleasure the p (real freak)
pretty ricky (get on your knees), pleasure the p (get on your knees)
pleasure the p (ayy), he gotta pleasure the p

[verse 2]
i don’t want him ‘less the n-gg- got big racks
and i’m waiting on a ho to drop a diss track
i ain’t going back and forth on the internet
i’ma pull up on her -ss, put an end to that
blowing through the money like a clarinet
they be -ss dancing on the turtleneck
where you from? i ain’t ever heard of that
birkin bag where i keep the burner at
when you live like this, b-tch, every day payday
put it in his face, nut in his mouth like payday
i been stacking chips, i stay with a bag like frito lay
firefighter, if she got smoke, pull up, let it spray

[chorus]
pretty ricky, pleasure the p
pretty ricky, he gotta pleasure the p (real freak)
pretty ricky , pleasure the p (real freak)
pleasure the p (get on your knees), he gotta pleasure the p (get on your knees)

[outro]
real freak
get on your knees
get on your knees

- mulatto lyrics

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