Pretty Face She A 10
Haha, Sosa! Yeah, bitch
I've been thinking lately, baby you can date me
Thinking about the times it was you and me, baby don't you worry
Baby you is special, no need to cry just wipe them eyes
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
You my little lady, you can call me baby every time I beat it, got you singing to the beat
She thinking that she special, baby you is special
Let me tell you something, let's just vibe to the beat
Baby, I'm a gangster clutching on a banger
I don't share locations, I don't even trust me
I got my little weapon my momma is a blessing, thank you for the years that you always raised me
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
You my little lady, you can call me baby every time I beat it, got you singing to the beat
She thinking that she special, baby you is special
Let me tell you something, let's just vibe to the beat
Baby, I'm a gangster clutching on a banger
I don't share locations, I don't even trust me
How you tryna side on gang?, pop out and fire you up
The day I get a double R, pull up to the block to show my niggas we can make it
Gotta stay on top, shout out to my niggas, Zu, we always stay on tops
You a goofy if you think you can run on this block
We ain't fucking with no cops and no fucking opps
We was running from hooda, I swear my feet got hot
We was up in that hooptie, now it's leather seats baby, I ain't tryna cuff
I'm tryna stack this cheese, we on the D, we up on leonard and call it 616
I'm just tryna make it out, I'm tryna check my list
I met a bitch, up in the ville, she be doing drills pretty face, she a ten
She be clutching drakes, fuck the opps and the cops, screaming fuck the Jakes
Hold on, baby, slow down, we got all day sike bitch, I lie I'm finna hit this play
Baby don't you worry, baby you is special, no need to cry just wipe them eyes
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
I've been thinking lately, baby you can date me
Thinking about the times it was you and me, baby don't you worry
Baby you is special, no need to cry just wipe them eyes
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
You my little lady, you can call me baby every time I beat it, got you singing to the beat
She thinking that she special, baby you is special
Let me tell you something, let's just vibe to the beat
Baby, I'm a gangster clutching on a banger
I don't share locations, I don't even trust me
I got my little weapon my momma is a blessing, thank you for the years that you always raised me
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
You my little lady, you can call me baby every time I beat it, got you singing to the beat
She thinking that she special, baby you is special
Let me tell you something, let's just vibe to the beat
Baby, I'm a gangster clutching on a banger
I don't share locations, I don't even trust me
How you tryna side on gang?, pop out and fire you up
The day I get a double R, pull up to the block to show my niggas we can make it
Gotta stay on top, shout out to my niggas, Zu, we always stay on tops
You a goofy if you think you can run on this block
We ain't fucking with no cops and no fucking opps
We was running from hooda, I swear my feet got hot
We was up in that hooptie, now it's leather seats baby, I ain't tryna cuff
I'm tryna stack this cheese, we on the D, we up on leonard and call it 616
I'm just tryna make it out, I'm tryna check my list
I met a bitch, up in the ville, she be doing drills pretty face, she a ten
She be clutching drakes, fuck the opps and the cops, screaming fuck the Jakes
Hold on, baby, slow down, we got all day sike bitch, I lie I'm finna hit this play
Baby don't you worry, baby you is special, no need to cry just wipe them eyes
I'm from 1600 stop giving assumptions
Lately, I've been thinking bout you and me
Clutching on the drakey, I don't want no baby
Baby, I'm just tryna stack some cheese, clutching on my weapon
It's the Smith & Wesson, If you tryna run up you get hit with this beam
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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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