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Pretty Bitches

[Chorus]

These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me

These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me

I think them bitches love that I'm a bottle popper

I think them bitches love that I'm a bottle popper

These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me

These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me

I think them bitches love that I'm a bottle popper

I think them bitches 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

Nigga you ain't even in my tax bracket

I'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket

Gucci man, its the Gucci crew

Bricksquad Records, nigga who are you?

What it do nigga whats poppin'?

Find them dirty licks, all my weed droppin'

We back again, yeah we back again, and we gotta win

She wanna be my friend.

[Chorus]

I pull up in that black and red challenger

A competition where the challengers

I pull up in that 'rrari with the other one

And thinking about going and gettin' another one

Gucci Man I run the land from Africa to Pakistan

Understand and over stand Gucci man in overland

What a fine ass yellow bone

She got it going on

Now I got so many chains no they don't know whats 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

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A-T-L they know my name,

Magic City throw some change

Fliest nigga in this bitch

And I don't even own no chain

Take your chick with no complaints

She say my shit oh so great

And that's why be she feeling me

And I got that novacaine

Go for mine, that boss shit

Pour Ciroc 'til I'm nauseous

Stuck up when, she sober when

She going got no conscious,

She O-D's on Louis Vuitton

She work at that nudy bar

Told her, do it for the money

Get your Cam Newton on

Green we can all burn

'Til I am the highest man

Y'all a bunch of pussies

Why the fuck you near the lions den

Paper planes, pilotin'

Why you sell retiring

Way a nigga beatin' gals

You think I would ecyosin

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written by DAVIS, RADRIC DELANTIC/GHOLSON, CHRISTOPHER JAMES/AKINTIMEHIN, OLUBOWALE VICTOR

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