gucci mane
pretty bitches (feat. wale)
Intro] ["Listen to the track BITCH!" echoes] Ay yeah girl… ay yeah [4X] (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!) [Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane] The pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me [2X] I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper [2X] [Gucci Mane] She caught up in my love triangle I used to sell them things in triangles 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, it’s the Gucci crew Brick Squad rappers, nigga who are you? What it do nigga? What’s poppin? By them 30 next summer we droppin We back again, yeah we back again And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend [Chorus]  [Gucci Mane] I pull up in that black and red Challenger A com-pe-tition, where the challengers?! I pull up in that ‘Rari with them other ones And thinkin ’bout it, I’m goin and gettin another one Gucci Mane I run the land from Africa to Pakistan Understand and overstand, Gucci Mane in Overland What a fine ass yellow bone She got it goin on Now I got so many chains on they don’t know what’s goin on Find your number in my phone and don’t know what be goin wrong Find the number in my phone and don’t know what be goin wronnnng She had it goin on [Chorus]  [Wale] Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay A-T-L they know my name, Magic City throw some change Flyest nigga in this bitch, and I don’t even own no chain Take yo’ chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great And that’s why she been feelin me. and y’all got that novocaine Go for mine, that ball shit, forced to rock ’til I’m nauseous Stuck up when, she sober when, she rollin got no conscience She OD’s on Louboutin, she work at that nudie bar Told her do it for the money, get your camera nudin on Green we can all burn, ’til I am the highest man Y’all a bunch of pussies, why the fuck y’all near the lion’s den? Paper planes, pilotin, Wale so attirin Wale nekkid beatin gals you’d think I know Esiason Burrrr!