Correction Paroles Pretty b*tches par Hit-Boy

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At school I ain't type
Why the f**k would I go tight with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm popping Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leaning on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic
Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning
I got the bag and b*t*h I got the
Mula, don't look my direction we guaped up
Walk in the club all my n***as got
Semis, don't look at my section we glocked up
pu**y boy thought he was gifted well then treat his ass like a gift get him boxed up
You snitching yourself saying names in your
Raps, no you not living that now you locked up
Lot of money mean a lot of hundreds
Pretty b*t*hes on me I be f**king hoеs
War beater and a heart brеaker
She can love the d**k but I ain't cuffing hoes
Not a rainbow I like different color
Money, blue strips, fell in love with those
Spinning like Jack in the Box we been
Cracking the opps, with my shottas we clutchin' 4s
Moving around with my gang members
Them the same n***as that ain't f**k with you
Claiming that's yo brother but he snitching
That's the same n***a that was praying with you
How yo ass my brother we got different
Struggles, sandbox I wasn't f**king with you
Got a little older, moved to the trap house and in fact I wasn't paying with you
At school I ain't type
Why the f**k would I go tight with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm popping Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leaning on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic
Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning
Choppa be singing that b*t*h can hit C notes
Save my bro like a hero
Shooting at villains
Drum come with a 50, we blowing this b*t*h 'til it's zero
And that f**k sh*t, I can't f**k with
I see through these n***as like a peephole
Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffing the racks in my pillow
I got bands b*t*h
But still clutching that tool and it
Blow like a motherf**king fan, b*t*h
Whatchu sayin' b*t*h
Heard you talk out yo neck
Put this tool in yo throat let it blam, b*t*h
And I ain't lying b*t*h
On 6-2 we be spraying sh*t
Peanut butter 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick
Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep
Man his ass should've known we wasn't paying sh*t
Hopping on my little slaughtersh*t, glocky on me I'mma slide a b*t*h, geekin' on Xanax and molly b*t*h
Mixing the Ac with my sprite and sh*t
30 on me it ain't talk
I might just stick up the plug
I just been doing these jobs
Mixing the sprite with my mud
At school I ain't type
Why the f**k would I go tight with opp n***as that ain't right
I'm high as a kite
I'm popping Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leaning on kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and [?]
Catch his ass in traffic
Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning

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