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  • Текст песни Migos - Pretty Lady

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    (Chorus — Quavo)
    Pretty lil lady, lil lady
    I tried to put her on but she already made it
    Pretty lil lady, lil lady
    And she got her own, she don’t need a ni**a paper
    Little lady, you’re so pretty
    Pretty lil lady, you’re so pretty
    Pretty lil lady and she got her own
    Pretty lil lady you know she got her own(Verse 1 — Quavo)
    Pretty lady, she got her own Mercedes
    And she single, she thick and grown with no babies
    I really wanna take little mama home and go crazy
    But she won’t let me, I can’t do nothing but respect it
    She know the work from Monday through Thursday she earned it
    She don’t care about my money, I sip my tea like Kermit
    She don’t care bout them hunnids she pull em out the purses
    Yo bi**h I’m the dab king I f**k her like a virgin?
    She say she got a 9-5 I know that bi**h serving
    It’s none of my business I ain’t worry
    But if you got a ni**a and you working for him
    Imma shoot that ni**a, Quavo Stephen Curry(Repeat Chorus)(Verse 2 0 Offset)
    Handle your business don’t put me in it
    I know the truth you not innocent
    She got excited by my Louboutins
    Hop in my Lambo f**k her, we don’t speak again
    She didn’t know I was a rapper
    Pick up the front and back in every weekend
    Gotta tell the truth shawty be dabbing
    Pull up on you in the jagger with Aston
    Her stomach so fat like she fasting
    Look at that ass it’s fantastic
    Go get that money lil bitty bi**h go get it
    Now hop on that pole and get nasty
    She won’t let you smash let you spin in it
    It gotta be some type of benefit
    Oh f**k it I don’t really need that bi**h
    She a bad bi**h, she ain’t really s**t
    I beat it, I hit her but I can not keep one
    We at the condo she smoking the reefer
    Some of you lie she a beater
    Nasty and know little mama in the fetal
    Balenciega, alligator sneakers
    I trapped on the block, hotter than a fever
    I know she working she is not a keeper
    She f**king all these ni**a’s with monifa(Repeat Chorus)(Verse 3)
    I know little mama she got it, no doubt about it
    But I’m trying to see bout it
    Pulling Benjamin’s out her wallet
    Looking real exotic, walking in Zanotti damn!
    Big booty so big it’s shaped, look like an apple ooh!
    She bending over bouta make me get tackled
    Wanna go to …let her see the castle
    Grab bout 28 folds you gon need a ladder ooh!
    We smoking up cookies burning like a candle gas
    Asked her where she’s from she told me Seattle
    Mama live in California, said her brother doing 5 years in Savannah
    Got a condo down in Alabama
    She gon let me pull up be my nasty dancer beat it!
    TV’s in my phantom can change the channels flex
    Looking up to the sky cause its panoramic
    I f**k with her pimping cause she really getting it f**k with ya
    No Felicia, lil mama run up a ticket add it up
    Dabbin might pull up to you in Givenchy damn!
    Pretty lil lady, know she independent
    You beat the statistics you got you a car and a house
    So I can’t take you out of the trenches, nah!
    Ain’t gotta add me for none of my benji’s
    You bout ya riches and you mind your business
    Takeoff!(Repeat Chorus)

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