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[chorus]
(pretti, haha)
ho like tmz
takin’ pictures, baby, what you see in me?
oh, you think i’m that n*gga?
brodie copped the .30, up the dirty switch
point the b*tch in your ears, huh, got you twitchin’
act for my ho, she don’t like the post
s*x her then i go
it’s a pretti party, baby, i’m the host
5 bottles of bacardi, got some sh*t for your nose
sniff, sniff, take a trip, yeah, she love the feelin’
allergic to all the fake sh*t, like penicillin
chrome hearts, p*ssy bald just like krillin
b*tch plastic bottle body get the roof lifted
light for you n*ggas, i’m the light
brodie in the kitchen, bеatin’ dishes, satellite
artillеry, i’on really like to fight
you know i got that pipe, so don’t catch me by the night, yeah
what*what, tic*tac, go to planet sheen
what*what, it’s real weight, no it’s not shein
got a real b*tch, she ain’t from the scene
i’m inside of her, the track get creep
got a fire tucked, it’s comin’ out, that sh*t’s the beam
aimin’ at his head, had him shooked, “i ain’t mean it”
got a goyard bag from the new season
saks fifth so washed, yeah, they taxin’
[verse]
she bought my chain, like that sh*t from neiman
this not a h*llcat, this a dodge demon
better watch your back, boy, your brother schemin’
i’ve been gettin’ so much love, it feel like i’m dreamin’
i beat his ass so bad, he thought that i was teamin’
how you do this sh*t if it ain’t got no*, huh, huh, huh
how you do this sh*t if you ain’t got no meanin’?
what’s the code? rackside, b*tch, i’m still bleedin’

[chorus]
ho like tmz
takin’ pictures, baby, what you see in me?
oh, you think i’m that n*gga?
brodie copped the .30, up the dirty switch
point the b*tch in your ears, huh, got you twitchin’
act for my ho, she don’t like the post
s*x her then i go
it’s a pretti party, baby, i’m the host
5 bottles of bacardi, got some sh*t for your nose
sniff, sniff, take a trip, yeah, she love the feelin’
allergic to all the fake sh*t, like it’s penicillin
chrome hearts, p*ssy bald just like krillin
b*tch plastic bottle body get the roof lifted
light for you n*ggas, i’m the light
brodie in the kitchen, beatin’ dishes, satellite
artillery, i’on really like to fight
you know i got that pipe, so don’t catch me by the night, yeah
what*what, tic*tac, go to planet sheen
what*what, it’s real weight, no it’s not shein
got a real b*tch, she ain’t from the scene
i’m inside of her, the track get creep
got a fire tucked, it’s comin’ out, that sh*t’s the beam
aimin’ at his head, had him shooked, “i ain’t mean it”
got a goyard bag from the new season
saks fifth so washed, yeah, they taxin’
[outro]
(pretti, haha)
real love, okay (pretti, haha)
real love, don’t mean nothin’ to a fake b*tch (pretti, haha)
stayed down, i was patiently waiting (pretti, haha)

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