Corrección Letra Pretty Ricky par Latto

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(David, wake up)
Yeah
Latto, let 'em know
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P (Real freak)
Pretty Ricky, he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)
Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P
Pleasure the P, he gotta pleasure the P

Light this bitch up like a candle
I got them big toys like Santa
Bitches ain't hard, they just turn on up camera
He love my grammar, I'm from Atlanta
So I don't want to hear R&B, f*ck me to trap
Street smart and book smart
You know all them niggas love that (All them niggas love that)
I can't walk through no metal detector
Niggas rats, talking to the detective
Niggas fold every time under pressure
f*ck a label, I'm my own investor
Hundred thou', stuff it right in the dresser
Pocket full of blues, bitch, I need extra
Left that nigga, he'll never do better
Tell him when to shoot like a director

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P
Pretty Ricky (Real freak), he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pretty Ricky (Get on your knees), pleasure the P (Get on your knees)
Pleasure the P (Ayy), he gotta pleasure the P

I don't want him 'less the nigga got big racks
And I'm waiting on a ho to drop a diss track
I ain't going back and forth on the internet
I'ma pull up on her ass, put an end to that
Blowing through the money like a clarinet
They be ass dancing on the turtleneck
Where you from? I ain't ever heard of that
Birkin bag where I keep the burner at
When you live like this, bitch, every day payday
Put it in his face, nut in his mouth like Payday
I been stacking chips, I stay with a bag like Frito Lay
Firefighter, if she got smoke, pull up, let it spray

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P
Pretty Ricky, he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)
Pretty Ricky , pleasure the P (Real freak)
Pleasure the P (Get on your knees), he gotta pleasure the P (Get on your knees)

Real freak
Get on your knees
Get on your knees

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