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Lil B Pretty Boy

Gucci Mane What damn, my partna told me, he said B you gon die with bitches He said you got bitches on deck B, he said you a goddamn Pretty Boy I'm a

hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow now women kickin it with me like Nomar Garciaparra Few grow them killer plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?) and we roll them b

my fresh fade, check out my line Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy" "That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea) Feelin

a' Your boy is tight You got weed? Nigga show ya right Gimme a light [Hook] [Icadon] Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty

ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it don't mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother

s that new 2003 call ladies 4'sho 4' shizzle it's So So Def Chorus: All i'm tyna do is get my doe u up I'm yo boy your my girlfriend stop hold up I

its so funny your nobody with mo' money, and the hoes love me And these other kids dont touch me Full contact rap no rugby Pretty boy flow while your girl so ugly My b

it to win now, niggas, can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Martin Luetta King. Jr, startin' All that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya B

niggas Didja do it? Thought it was cool? But cha still in it, nigga Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga Lil' Wayne representin'