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f.u. - prettifun lyrics

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[chorus]
(pretti)
huh, not a type n*gga (haha, type, type)
huh, i’m tryna square, why the f*ck you typin’ n*gga? (why you typin’?)
huh, twin locked up in the pen’, you know i’ma write you, n*gga
huh, .45 for all my friends, go and get a pipe, n*gga (pipe)
huh, yeah, fate undecided, i’m ’bout to fl!ck up (shout out)
huh, phone like a tone, when you talkin’, i dismiss ya (get ignored)
drinkin’ kool*aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (drinkin’ kool*aid)
i’m on them things, you don’t get it, i don’t get it, ah
n*ggas sharing clothes, i think that’s rented (i think that’s rented)
i think it’s dirty (i think it’s dirty), but, i been there before, i admit it
gold pipe, we all glistenin’
stay aware, n*ggas runnin’ blitz

[verse]
shе go state fair, when she еatin’ up the d*ck (eat)
freaky n*gga, pull out, bust all on them tits (eugh)
hype man, watch out, i can show the pit
took some pop, gettin’ lit, gettin’ to the ceiling
pop shop, pull up, i got merch, come and get it
just like a frankfurt, it’s so many b*tches
a no*good treesh tried to cross, i won’t forget it (i won’t)
i don’t need your lovin’, you keep givin’ it to n*ggas
had to f*ck her best friend, and her cousin, and her sister
just a young black man, ain’t no product of the system (of the system)
designer in my veins, got prada in my system (in my system)
this shirt came right from denim
get high, my stomach hittin’ (in my system)
yeah, yeah, you have potential
we all got a talent, her’s f*ckin’ n*ggas
and that sh*t ain’t valid, all these hoein’ b*tches
i ain’t bitter, b*tch, you bitter, got me laughin’, n*gga
(ha, ha, ha)
[chorus]
huh, not a type n*gga (type, type)
huh, i’m tryna square, why the f*ck you typin’ n*gga? (why you typin’?)
huh, twin locked up in the pen’, you know i’ma write you, n*gga
huh, .45 for all my friends, go and get a pipe, n*gga (pipe)
huh, yeah, fate undecided, i’m ’bout to fl!ck up (shout out)
huh, phone like a tone, when you talkin’, i dismiss ya (get ignored)
drinkin’ kool*aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (drinkin’ kool*aid)
i’m on them things, you don’t get it, i don’t get it, ah
n*ggas sharing clothes, i think that’s rented (i think that’s rented)
i think it’s dirty (i think it’s dirty), but, i been there before, i admit it
gold pipe, we all glistenin’
stay aware, n*ggas runnin’ blitz

[outro]
(huh, ho like tmz) yeah
(takin’ pictures, huh, baby, what you see in me?) yeah
(oh, you think i’m that n*gga?) bet
(huh, brodie caught thirty years off the dirty switch, huh) dirty switches
(point the b*tch in your ears, huh, got you twitchin’)
(huh. act for my ho, she don’t like the post) yeah*yeah
(s*x her then i ghost) yeah*yeah
(it’s a pretti party, baby, i’m the host) yeah*yeah
(5 bottles of bacardi, got some sh*t for your nose, huh) yeah*yeah

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