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pretty p - yung threat lyrics

[intro]
you know she proper
i only talk to bad b*tches
(keep rolling)

[verse 1]
one cup of don got b*tches hands on they knees (west side up)
im 17 can’t drive a car but i work that drac we move (bow bow)
my gangster b*tch she play with sticks she fell in love with arp’s, 556’s, 223’s (oh yeah)
one pack of honey n a ting gon have her shaking like a dancer
she eat d*ck no chew or spit i think she finally set the standard
my ghetto b*tch from trinidad you know she dirty like diana (ahhh)
another one from kennelworth you know she pretty and she pass
cougar b*tch from saratoga she throw oop’s i ain’t gon hold you
my southeast b*tch from lenchmob i call hеr when my d*ck hard
i pay her rent shе quit her job
my bougie b*tch from southwest she swipes cards and cashapp
she keep it p she only calls to have s*x (keep it p)

[verse 2]
i arch her back i grab her neck
i pull her in she know she that
fat b*tt fat cat (facts)
my shiesty b*tch from round da simms (aye pretty p)
she text my phone like where you at im on the head where sh*t get real
you know i’m always in the jets
my irritating b*tch from round oy’s (man what f*ck is going on)
she call my phone i get annoyed
might take a trip to illinois i heard they f*ck with sl*tty boys (i’m from the o)
i’m from dc rap d*o these b*tches go for what they know (free savage, free giz let’s go)
[verse 3]
another b*tch b*tch from round the dice
she eat the d*ck all day and night (i ain’t gon say her name)
another b*tch from round the z (hey bae)
she call my phone let’s get some sleep
my good sis from around the g (hey nana)
i spent her block she know it’s me
another one up mlk
she think im sweet tryn throw a play (b*tch what?)
i monkeypaw right to the face
i stuff fat ass all in my jay (hey stones)
i’m a ganster let’s roleplay (let’s roleplay)
so you the dealer im the robber
i walk up and then i shot you
you hit the b*tch yo toes swing
her p*ssy wet i thought she ting (her p*ssy wet)
i balled it up i bend her over (d*mn come here)
my grown b*tch drive a range rover
i f*cked his bm wit one bm im his bestfriend mcm (b*tch)
let’s get around my d*mn gm
i sl*t her out b*tch im a pimp
i ain’t from simp

[verse 4]
one cup of don got b*tches hands on they knees (west side up)
im 17 can’t drive a car but i work that drac we move (bow bow)
my gangster b*tch she play with sticks she fell in love with arp’s, 556’s, 223’s (oh yeah)
one pack of honey n a ting gon have her shaking like a dancer
she eat d*ck no chew or spit i think she finally set the standard
my ghetto b*tch from trinidad you know she dirty like diana (ahhh)
another one from kennelworth you know she pretty and she pass
cougar b*tch from saratoga she throw oop’s i ain’t gon hold you
my southeast b*tch from lenchmob i call her when my d*ck hard
i pay her rent she quit her job
my bougie b*tch from southwest she swipes cards and cashapp
she keep it p she only calls to have s*x (keep it p)

- yung threat lyrics

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