P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thang) (feat. Taee $aint)
(Yeah, Yeah)
This-this-this-this
This has its own Majik
She asking me, "What ima do with you?"
I told her, "Throw me in the room
Ima show you what it do
Ima double R the coupé for you
Real nigga, Not no fool
I just look better with you"
They be in her ear like
"He ain't good for you"
She said, "So", She know it to
If I get food, She eat it too
I'm the type to keep it real with you
If I get four then you get two
I won't get one over you, Nah
I ain't the past ones
Hit it, Then dash ones
Or even, The ones that wanted all of your passwords
The full of themselves ones
The, Jumping the bail ones
Or even, The ones that wanted all of your friends gone
She could swim in all the bags
That I got her (All the bags that I got her)
She could switch it up
Gucci then Prada (Switch it up Gucci then Prada)
Pull the Perignon right out the box, Yea
We ain't worried about it, We got a lot, Aye
(We ain't worried about it, We got a lot)
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
Girl you know I keep it real with you
I know I'm caught up in my ways
Why you always acting strange
Type of reasons I can't chill with you
I know I'm caught up in that fast life
Had to get that bag right, Just so I could peel with you
Said you never switch sides
When you get around my guys
You don't even want to chill with us
You just want to stack millions, Look
So baby tell me what it's hitting for
A nigga like me can't complain when you doing all these things
That I really need to mention more
I know it sounded all the same, We be swerving all in lanes
Pick you up in the Aventador, Aye
I swear this love gon' leave us stained
They don't really feel my pain
Out the doges, I be taking more, Like
Double cup, Until we hit the floor, Aye
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything (Uuhh)
In every lane (Uuhh)
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything (Every, every)
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
My pretty young thang
Cause' we in everything, In every lane
(Anything)
(My pretty young thang)
(Cause' we in every lane)
(Lane)
This-this-this-this
This has its own Majik
She asking me, "What ima do with you?"
I told her, "Throw me in the room
Ima show you what it do
Ima double R the coupé for you
Real nigga, Not no fool
I just look better with you"
They be in her ear like
"He ain't good for you"
She said, "So", She know it to
If I get food, She eat it too
I'm the type to keep it real with you
If I get four then you get two
I won't get one over you, Nah
I ain't the past ones
Hit it, Then dash ones
Or even, The ones that wanted all of your passwords
The full of themselves ones
The, Jumping the bail ones
Or even, The ones that wanted all of your friends gone
She could swim in all the bags
That I got her (All the bags that I got her)
She could switch it up
Gucci then Prada (Switch it up Gucci then Prada)
Pull the Perignon right out the box, Yea
We ain't worried about it, We got a lot, Aye
(We ain't worried about it, We got a lot)
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
Girl you know I keep it real with you
I know I'm caught up in my ways
Why you always acting strange
Type of reasons I can't chill with you
I know I'm caught up in that fast life
Had to get that bag right, Just so I could peel with you
Said you never switch sides
When you get around my guys
You don't even want to chill with us
You just want to stack millions, Look
So baby tell me what it's hitting for
A nigga like me can't complain when you doing all these things
That I really need to mention more
I know it sounded all the same, We be swerving all in lanes
Pick you up in the Aventador, Aye
I swear this love gon' leave us stained
They don't really feel my pain
Out the doges, I be taking more, Like
Double cup, Until we hit the floor, Aye
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything (Uuhh)
In every lane (Uuhh)
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
She my P.Y.T, My pretty young thang
W.I.E, Cause' we in everything (Every, every)
In every lane
And I'm just saying
You could pick it out, Cause' you get anything
My pretty young thang
Cause' we in everything, In every lane
(Anything)
(My pretty young thang)
(Cause' we in every lane)
(Lane)
Credits
Writer(s): Galilee Content
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