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prettyboy tracy - prettyboy come up lyrics

(cash)
-laughing-
(ooh khroam on da beat)
(prettyboy tracy)
(ooh)
(ooh)

[chorus]

roll with the gang it’s a prettyboy come up
diamonds ain’t dancing yeah it’s a dilemma
she gonna bust over with d-ck in her stomach
looked at my wrist and i saw blue hunnids
would’ve f-cked a b-tch, but a b-tch started gushin’
threw three racks andd a b-tch started suckin’
smoke this dope and a n-gga start buggin’
double o gang and i rolled three hunnids

[verse 1]

i feel like pac b-tches be rolling
drop top n-gga, we frozen
d-ck in her throat, i let that b-tch choke
i feel like uzi invented the motion
i feel like choppas invented the monsters of gunnamatta
don’t step on my partners
and n-gga you nada
i loaded my choppa
don’t f-ck with no drama
b-tch this is no opera (nah)
count up my mil (milli)
.45 and you still (still)
we come for the k!ll (k!ll)
i popped few pills (perkys!)
we bust up and deal (deal)
posted up in the field (field)
if a n-gga wanna test me best believe my choppa leave ‘em still

[chorus]

roll with the gang it’s a prettyboy come up
diamonds ain’t dancing yeah it’s a dilemma
she gonna bust over with d-ck in her stomach
looked at my wrist and i saw blue hunnids
would’ve of f-cked a b-tch, but a b-tch started gushin’
threw three racks and a b-tch started suckin’
smoke this dope and a n-gga start buggin’
double o gang and i rolled three hunnids

[verse 2]

that b-tch she bustin’ she gushin’
she f-ckin’ for nothing
we pull up we huntin’ we dippin’ we stuntin’
you dusty you musty your borderline crusty
if a n-gga talk down then n-gga you funny
icy patek
i love hickies on the neck (neck)
iced out rollie leave them wet (wet)
smoked a blunt then i slept
i just f-cked and hit the debts (buy)
who gon’ die we place some bets
glock 19 won’t break a sweat
it’s a warning not a threat
money is green
imma work hard for my team (team)
all of my n-ggas sip lean (lean)
my choppa just hopped on the scene (scene)
bad lil b-tch she a fiend
i spent my racks on codeine
when i walk in yeah, i’m lookin so clean
f-ck on b-tch and i’m pulling her weave
sit on the basket some tricks in my sleeve
none of them b-tches they cannot believe
tracy you’re rich i cannot believe
i keep the .40 wrapped under my seat
roll with my sh-t
she gonna

[chorus]

- prettyboy tracy lyrics

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