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spit game - pretty ugly lyrics

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[pretty ugly]
yeah
uh-ha, pretty ugly… royce the five-nidine
1, 1-2
we spit game n-gg-…
we spit game n-gg-…i’m here now..

[pretty ugly]
now take a look at me
how it fell to see me balling?
yea, you heard what the callin
pretty ugly, that philly cat wit da chipped tooth
that wear low shirts, guess jeans and tim boots
i only drink 151 run p-ssion
no cris i’m a thug, i don’t like flashin
i can get a bad b-tch wit something a lil cheaper
and my whole body smelling like reefer
‘dro or babbage, i don’t care, i got a bad habit
try to fight it?
i aint even took a jab at it.
why quit? i love to talk sh-t
i love them d-ck licks when i’m taking a big hit
i spit game all night, my mind aint been right
y’all dudes aint that tight, i put it in black and white
i’m sick of rappers tryin’ ta sign me, stop makin offers
i aint here to see y’all, i come to talk to your bosses

[hook]
mommy, don’t you hear my name?
i’m tryin’ ta get you to try me
so you can play my game
boom boom… la la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la la la la

[royce]
i said he wanted a piece of me, i wont break
here is a piece of my heat that i wont take
he’s been sold a dreamer
had the privilege to hold the nina
you’ve been exposed ta peanuts
grown n-gg-s speak wit their hands, they know how to bring it
down to fold they fingers, slingin as ol’ as english
my gold feet, smokin it rolled that’s how it be
when a hoe scope smokin the coal, she eye me
she probably sip on a nutta
it’s probably why these chickadees love us
we still slip on the rubbers
why is it that b-tches would be sensitive lovers
we keep you b-tches fly… we keep a b-tch on the cover
n-gg-s heard it’s our label so snap out
n-gg-s try to cover the card table, they cr-p out
in japan like i’m the man
you luck to know coz i be f-ckin these hoes like
yo touchi yo toes…

[hook]

[pretty ugly]
i spit game. it’s real sh-t no riddles
girls at the bar, meet me in the middle
back that -ss up, shake it jus a little
come on, show me something, make yo t-tties jiggle
you gotta love the way i spit it coz my game is tight
its pretty ugly, i’m the same boy yo friend like
aint nuffin changed, i’m the sh-t baby, it’s my time
spit game, the boy, papes, and royce the 5-9

[royce]
what in yo mind’ll make you think my clik would be trickin?
boom, i’m the bomb, b-tch, coz my d-ck’ll be tickin
we can split 50-50 st-tches paying for b-tches
my lips strictly for sippin, they aint for lickin
came for b-tch now you swallow the doe
’til i holla, ’til it ‘aha’ fall on the flo
i’m takin this action, but you oughta know that
i’m sorry ms jackson, but yo daughter’s a hoe

[hook]

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