Pretty Woman
Nystro tha beatmaker
Imma do what I want
Hahahahaaa
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Uh
She ain't gotta pretty past
But she knew how to get the money
Addicted to materialistic shit
Replacing the love she always wanted
They see a pretty face, nice smile
Big titties, phat ass
Make'em lose they mind
Gift of gab get'em every time
Talk you out ya life
She like
Spoil me nicca, everything nice
Or don't call me nicca don't even think twice
Quick to pause a nigga like who you tryna be
Wait pause
I know I'm beneficial but
What you gone do for me, do for me
What you gone do for me, do for me
Yea
Mercy
Pretty Woman
The kind I like to meet, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Awwlll
Mercy
Pretty Woman
Pardon me
Awwwllll
Are you lonely
Just like me
Uh
Lemme talk to you tell you a secret
Come here
You pretty, make him work hard
Yea
These niggas love a chase
Probably do anything for you to sit it in his face
Make no mistake
He want the goods at the end of the date
So make him pay
Can't change a man when he stuck in his ways
He think shorty dumb
She so good at playing tha part
Just cause she pretty
Don't mean she less of doing her job
Boujie
No not at all
But the coochie Emilio Pucci, Gucci, and Caviar
Caviar Caviar Caviar Caviar
Haahahahaa Caviar Caviar
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet awwwlll, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Mercy
Pardon me
Are you lonely
Just like me
Hold on she too pretty
Pussy gotta be bap
Or is he just stupid
Nicca gotta be wack
Seem like the perfect woman
He just wasn't ready for that
Nope, so he left
Always knew he was less
Of what she deserve
A heart of a pretty girl
Mind too big for his little world
Rather take the L
Oh well give these niccas hell, give'em hell
I want the best of everything
And I'll be damned if I don't get it
He want the key to the box
So Imma make him spend it spend it spend it
So Imma make him spend it spend it spend it
So Imma make him spend
Gotta spend it
So imma make him spend it, yea
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet awwwlll, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Mercy
Pardon me, Pretty Woman
Are you lonely, Pretty Woman
Just like me
Imma do what I want
Hahahahaaa
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Uh
She ain't gotta pretty past
But she knew how to get the money
Addicted to materialistic shit
Replacing the love she always wanted
They see a pretty face, nice smile
Big titties, phat ass
Make'em lose they mind
Gift of gab get'em every time
Talk you out ya life
She like
Spoil me nicca, everything nice
Or don't call me nicca don't even think twice
Quick to pause a nigga like who you tryna be
Wait pause
I know I'm beneficial but
What you gone do for me, do for me
What you gone do for me, do for me
Yea
Mercy
Pretty Woman
The kind I like to meet, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Awwlll
Mercy
Pretty Woman
Pardon me
Awwwllll
Are you lonely
Just like me
Uh
Lemme talk to you tell you a secret
Come here
You pretty, make him work hard
Yea
These niggas love a chase
Probably do anything for you to sit it in his face
Make no mistake
He want the goods at the end of the date
So make him pay
Can't change a man when he stuck in his ways
He think shorty dumb
She so good at playing tha part
Just cause she pretty
Don't mean she less of doing her job
Boujie
No not at all
But the coochie Emilio Pucci, Gucci, and Caviar
Caviar Caviar Caviar Caviar
Haahahahaa Caviar Caviar
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet awwwlll, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Mercy
Pardon me
Are you lonely
Just like me
Hold on she too pretty
Pussy gotta be bap
Or is he just stupid
Nicca gotta be wack
Seem like the perfect woman
He just wasn't ready for that
Nope, so he left
Always knew he was less
Of what she deserve
A heart of a pretty girl
Mind too big for his little world
Rather take the L
Oh well give these niccas hell, give'em hell
I want the best of everything
And I'll be damned if I don't get it
He want the key to the box
So Imma make him spend it spend it spend it
So Imma make him spend it spend it spend it
So Imma make him spend
Gotta spend it
So imma make him spend it, yea
Pretty Woman, yea
The kind I like to meet awwwlll, Pretty woman
I, I don't believe, Pretty woman
You're not the truth
No one can look as good as you
Mercy
Pardon me, Pretty Woman
Are you lonely, Pretty Woman
Just like me
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Writer(s): Lenora Evans
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