Pretty Girl

I was with her today
Pretty face
Trynna make her my bae
And I hate when she leave
Baby girl would you stay
Plus she get to the bag
She never need her man
Maybe I could, be her man
She countin' my rack, she let a nigga feast
Feel like Jay Critch, 'Cause I hit it again, huh
I mean did it again

Tell her
"You're sexy, Do you understand?"
Nothing like 'em other bitches I had
Hop in a van, I do the dash, huh
I hope that we last
Fuck 'em other bitches in my past
You're a different lady
Know I got your back
Cuban Link
On her neck and her hand
That's too good to be true, What's to it?
Trynna make her mine
And her friend was routin'
Maybe it's like they knew it

I was with her today
Pretty face
Trynna make her my bae
And I hate when she leave
Baby girl would you stay
Plus she get to the bag
She never need her man
Maybe I could, be her man
She countin' my rack
She let a nigga feast
Feel like Jay Critch
'Cause I hit it again
I mean did it again
Did it again



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