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pretty thing - brad strut lyrics

[intro]
yeah
wassup, princess? wassup, precious?
yo, you lookin’ good, you lookin’ fresh
nice dress, but i wanna take it off and sh*t
check it, uh

[verse 1]
i can’t believe the f*ckin’ tricks they play, so pray to christ
‘cause on this spot is where they gonna lay and pay the price
most [?], this beat is earth watchin’ your worth
go head first in the filthy dirt, i shoulder it
this heavy load is like a granite slab, holdin’ it
we funnel in the back of taxi cabs, golden with
the way you move is like a silk scarf in the spring breeze
like that s*xy little cheek laugh in your strip tease
it’s a rap thing, sweet stuff, you really wanna meet strut?
catch me in thе streets when i ain’t puttin’ my feet up
or drinkin’ in the club, puffin’ bud, packin’ a heatеr
gettin’ tipsy off the suds in the pub, follow the leader and
swallow the nectar, get ready for the inspector
you say you like it steady, but really want me to wreck ya, so
when this adventure is done and said, it’s all about guns and head
drugs in bed, grave’s dug, you’re dead

[chorus]
you be the willing girl, i’ll be the k!llin’ man
caught in a bitter world, come let me take your hand
you be my pretty thing, cute and a city queen
here, let me take you there, s*xually (yeah) shivering
you be the willing girl, i’ll be the k!llin’ man
caught in a bitter world, come let me take your hand
you be my pretty thing, cute inner city queen
here, let me take you there, we can do anything
[verse 2]
the sweet talkin’ street, follow a stalker
petite voyeur, after shows, meet in a foyer
so we can lift to the penthouse, fit to kick your friends out
unless they wanna play, then we can get down
the clock’s tickin’, my plane’s leavin’ seven am
the plot thickens, have my way with the pretty maiden
i’m not sh*ttin’, dreams of bein’ an indie girl
in hot position’s a theme from the inner city curl
the hips with her tits in the cusp of my hand’s
like they was coconuts, sittin’ so hard, you’ll need to sew it up
spittin’ my raps like a number one fan
sit in my lap and just relax, sip the bottle and ban
you lookin’ gorgeous in your nudity
now suck your fingers, tell me things you wanna do to me, l*st and after you brutally
i gotta hit that pretty thing pr*nto
whether chilled tips, blazed or [?], play the motto

- brad strut lyrics

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