Pretty Treesh
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
Baby, it wasn't always like this, Warrior,Through the storm like a viking
Done know where I reside too trifling grew up on shottas now we play with fire
Can't forget my boy Rasta, hold it down, broke bread last supper
Bitch wanna ring, that's preposterous known for thottin', well, you might as well top us
Hold up, check the synopsis, ran it up, turned my noodles to pasta
Increasing the stamina, might look like I care, but only on camera
I came from smashing treesh bitch, in the hallways, wanna fuck in a bently truck
And you ain't my main squeeze, anyway, what you reaching for, chini' for
No, I want no thot, thot ain't somebody that get no love from me
Let her slob on my nob, then I'm sending cum shots at her face and weave
I'ma call all they bluffs, say I won't get to the top, all eyes on me
Niggas, fuck up all they funds, just to crack buns, On a thot yea, you silly
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
I'm with whatever you on, Perk 30 just settled, the Jenny is poured
I living ghetto Galore, still keep heavy metal just like I'm Osborne
See now I come with a cost, these bitches love it, I'm to die for
Flooded Cross, Christian Dior, couldn't live off a budget, a nigga was poor
Sleep on me, narcoleptics, Nas taught me that's the cousin of Death shit
Got this reaper on me, like I'm eazy cruising down the street in the jeep I'm cautious
Case a nigga wanna creep up on me, they want my body, my soul
Feel like Anita Talking, Pretty Treesh she on me
Cause that blue cheese, my cologne, I count up & go
Don't know what you heard about me, treesh can't get a dollar outta of me
No Nordstrom racks, no berks you can't see
Feeling like a motherfucker, PIMP
Won't give a ho no all of me
I'm catching dome in the back of a V
And you know she a pretty treesh
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
Baby, it wasn't always like this, Warrior,Through the storm like a viking
Done know where I reside too trifling grew up on shottas now we play with fire
Can't forget my boy Rasta, hold it down, broke bread last supper
Bitch wanna ring, that's preposterous known for thottin', well, you might as well top us
Hold up, check the synopsis, ran it up, turned my noodles to pasta
Increasing the stamina, might look like I care, but only on camera
I came from smashing treesh bitch, in the hallways, wanna fuck in a bently truck
And you ain't my main squeeze, anyway, what you reaching for, chini' for
No, I want no thot, thot ain't somebody that get no love from me
Let her slob on my nob, then I'm sending cum shots at her face and weave
I'ma call all they bluffs, say I won't get to the top, all eyes on me
Niggas, fuck up all they funds, just to crack buns, On a thot yea, you silly
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
I'm with whatever you on, Perk 30 just settled, the Jenny is poured
I living ghetto Galore, still keep heavy metal just like I'm Osborne
See now I come with a cost, these bitches love it, I'm to die for
Flooded Cross, Christian Dior, couldn't live off a budget, a nigga was poor
Sleep on me, narcoleptics, Nas taught me that's the cousin of Death shit
Got this reaper on me, like I'm eazy cruising down the street in the jeep I'm cautious
Case a nigga wanna creep up on me, they want my body, my soul
Feel like Anita Talking, Pretty Treesh she on me
Cause that blue cheese, my cologne, I count up & go
Don't know what you heard about me, treesh can't get a dollar outta of me
No Nordstrom racks, no berks you can't see
Feeling like a motherfucker, PIMP
Won't give a ho no all of me
I'm catching dome in the back of a V
And you know she a pretty treesh
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh
I'ma get up in her guts, she won't get no breesh Let her hold the big dog in her Louis V
Before I got my bands long, she ain't notice me
I'ma slut, get me lit with a pretty treesh I just wanna for her body, fuck the chemistry
She gettin' horny, my attire come from Italy
Baby, it wasn't always like this they used to pity me
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Writer(s): Kewon Grant
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