CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Left

Music Majors

Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

Baguettes wetty and they all on my neck
You know I’ve been ‘bout a check
You know I hang with some killers
You know they walk with a Tech
B*t*hes be pressed they can’t f**k up my energy
When I leave the room bet they remember me
Money stay with me the money a friend of me
Pretty and brown he gon’ drink me like Hennessey
I walk around with a fat wallet
I walk around with a pretty penny
I keep plenty Benjis in my back pocket
If the gang around know they gon’ act ‘bout it
I got more money, she mad ‘bout it
F**k all my opps I been killing the scene
Money the only thing green
B*t*h you ain’t f**king with me
I never follow I lead ‘em
Independent b*t*h I do not need ‘em
Put me in the room with any b*t*h bet they tuck their tail and I eat ‘em (Yep)
They saying Karlae you different (Yep)
That’s just ‘cause I’m on a mission (Mission)
I’m tryna get to a milli (Milli)
I’m tryna make sure they feel me
Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

He like a b*t*h that can’t nobody have
He like to bring me around just to brag
He said girl what you want I ain’t checking no tag
Giving n***as the blues I be leaving ‘em sad
Love him ‘cause he honest with amazing d**k
Money on her head about my n***a I done brought the b*t*h
You blowing up his phone while he giving me head
So concerned with my t**ties b*t*hes ain’t getting no bread
Face card valid thank the lord because I’m blessed
Gorgeous ghetto b*t*h got these n***as spending checks
He was eating them blue pills trippin’ on your set
Consider yourself lucky you was f**king with the best
Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy