MY PYT
She a couple-couple-couple years younger
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
I'm sayin' hold up what's up what it do
I ain't trying to do too much but come through
Cartier frames too much but it's cool
The only thing strange they won't get off you
Say you want a rider (well, I got a ticket)
And later we can hide out (you trying to get missing)
Now I'm all up in your mind now (cool, that's how I get you)
But you can't figure mine out (see, I'm quite different)
A James Bond nigga with a Saint Laurent fetish
And thank god I never had a baby mother either
Snapchat shortie, flash that for me
Clap back from niggas like that's not for you
Give her 50 feet, fell in love in a week
She penetrating my mind, I penetrate that physique
Bitches I would delete, digging our chemistry
No limit to me and she, come give me kiss on the cheek
Pretty thang
She a couple-couple-couple years younger
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own, she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
This one's for you (hold the set down)
This one's for you (suppose to get the crown)
Pretty young girl (toast for you and I)
This one's for you (I just wanna see you shine)
Nothing make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with the crown but for now it's a Birkin
Theres a few things that for certain
My lady, we can make war or make babies
I'm a rider and a ticket
That's comes with good planning and channeling your ambition
I know this fat nigga that properly seen the vision
He use to move keys he Khaled a little different
Another one
Another one
Another one
When she put it down on me I put them numbers up (facts)
I love that jawn
She 21
Okay, she old enough to drink might gotta be my lunch
Stay low and build with her
Coachella chill with her
I got colorful lyrics, we twinning
'Cause every other color Kylie come out wit' I get them
She a couple-couple-couple years younger
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own, she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
Hold up, what's up? What's your name?
I shoulda ask the verse before don't throw shade
Alot of girls do too much for that fame
But I can get to know you just from your page
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
I'm sayin' hold up what's up what it do
I ain't trying to do too much but come through
Cartier frames too much but it's cool
The only thing strange they won't get off you
Say you want a rider (well, I got a ticket)
And later we can hide out (you trying to get missing)
Now I'm all up in your mind now (cool, that's how I get you)
But you can't figure mine out (see, I'm quite different)
A James Bond nigga with a Saint Laurent fetish
And thank god I never had a baby mother either
Snapchat shortie, flash that for me
Clap back from niggas like that's not for you
Give her 50 feet, fell in love in a week
She penetrating my mind, I penetrate that physique
Bitches I would delete, digging our chemistry
No limit to me and she, come give me kiss on the cheek
Pretty thang
She a couple-couple-couple years younger
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own, she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
This one's for you (hold the set down)
This one's for you (suppose to get the crown)
Pretty young girl (toast for you and I)
This one's for you (I just wanna see you shine)
Nothing make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with the crown but for now it's a Birkin
Theres a few things that for certain
My lady, we can make war or make babies
I'm a rider and a ticket
That's comes with good planning and channeling your ambition
I know this fat nigga that properly seen the vision
He use to move keys he Khaled a little different
Another one
Another one
Another one
When she put it down on me I put them numbers up (facts)
I love that jawn
She 21
Okay, she old enough to drink might gotta be my lunch
Stay low and build with her
Coachella chill with her
I got colorful lyrics, we twinning
'Cause every other color Kylie come out wit' I get them
She a couple-couple-couple years younger
But she badder than a motherfucker
Ass fatter than a motherfucker
She got her own, she don't need no ticket
She get it, yeah, she got it so you know I'm gon' get it
You my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my M-Y-P-Y-T
She my pretty young thing and I'll do anything for her
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
From a real one
I wanna love you
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
And I'm a real one
Hold up, what's up? What's your name?
I shoulda ask the verse before don't throw shade
Alot of girls do too much for that fame
But I can get to know you just from your page
Credits
Writer(s): Odell Brown, Marvin Gaye, James Ingram, Quincy Jones, David Ritz
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