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letra de pretty girl (remix) - yung baby tate

[intro]
tate

[verse 1: yung baby tate]
i got pretty girl privileges
the brown skin, blonde hair make him give me his m’s
me and my friends, takin’ trips to the villages, all up in the villa
countin’ up a check, while i’m sippin’ on tequila
he know i’ma k!ller, in a pink whiplash
break a neck, make a n-gga hit his feet, do the dash
break a sweat, blow a bag on me (bag)
throw some cash on me (cash)
little booty, but it look like i got -ss on me
wanna see a pretty girl get ugly?
then when i walk by, try to touch me
it’ll get real nasty, real quick
i don’t take no sh-t, i’m a real b-tch
you can look, don’t touch me, though
i never hooked with a dusty ho
’cause dirt rubs off, and i gotta shine, b-tch, i’m a star
i’m a pretty broad, i know you see it
remy ma, i’m so conceited
pretty bald, your ho gon’ eat it
if he not, you know he leavin’ (get out)
tell a n-gga to dip
you know i’m a pretty b-tch, if i want it i get it, no questions
got k!lla to the right, got latto on the left, that’s three bad b-tches flexin’

[verse 2: k!llumantii]
so, to look like this, you gotta strut your sh-t (strut your sh-t)
left and right like you ambidextrous
can’t forget to let your hair sw-ng, all your rings and earrings
need me a pink house, 2 chainz
ombré nails, look like flames
i need new sh-t on my wrist, made your n-gga pay for this (and that)
then that boy gone, he dismissed, because i’m a pretty b-tch
and i made my own d-mn bag, so what your man gave me was extra
i’m a young fly chick, might catch me zoomin’ in a tesla
and my makeup, my face always made up
lookin’ like the baddest b-tch whenever i be laced up with makeup (i do)
oh wait, i think i’m out of time, that’s good and bad like pros and cons
these hoes broke with open palms, i run this sh-t like marathons

[verse 3: mulatto]
pretty girl, i’m a bad girl
i’m a trap girl, got my own sh-t
no back and forth with a bum b-tch
hate a pretty girl, who ain’t on sh-t
own whip, own crib, i ain’t even have to f-ck for it
these b-tches f-ckin’ rich n-ggas and they ain’t got sh-t to show for it
but, but that’s tea, ask your man ’bout me (‘latto)
pretty girls only, they all look like me and t
a hundred deep, and we all get in for free
they don’t want no beef, i get you gone for a fee
he want a pretty girl, he don’t want just any girl
super stiff on all these n-ggas, he want a saddity girl
whatever she with it girl, she gon’ go and get it girl
racks all on her, like this lil’ b-tch grew up playing tennis girl

[chorus: yung baby tate]
pretty girl, i don’t buy drinks at the bar (uh-huh)
city girl, yeah they rock with me, i’m a star (yeah)
get it, girl, keep on goin’, you gon’ make it far (go)
get it, girl, get it, get it girl
pretty girl, i don’t buy drinks at the bar (uh-huh)
city girl, yeah they rock with me, i’m a star (yeah)
get it girl, keep on goin’, you gon’ make it far (go)
get it girl, get it, get it, girl (get it, girl)

- yung baby tate

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