Pretty Little Lady Lyrics - Migos

(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 

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(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) 

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(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)