Pretty Girl$ Lyrics - Singles - Pyro Methane

[Verse 1: Pyro Methane] 

Flew in over night on the red eye, double edge life 

Too live with the crew 

Scared niggas food, hit'em with the voodoo 

Young Zulu, put the paws on'em like scrappy do 

We can fuck baby girl if that pussy tight 

Eat a bitch like MC Lyte on a good night 

Corked bottles of the fine shit I never say right 

Fettuccine on the plate, baby with the white wine 

Li-Live life comfortable, I get the best of views 

Give a nigga some shine like Diddy, Loon 

You know Mase and an 'Em? 

Its no biggie, biggie, biggie, I be lacing them 

I pop the fun you run, you gone cock the gun? 

Who these niggas think the fooling when the Uzi's done 

I be ruling them. I pop the skilly kinda illy 

Like gullie, in philly, flow wetter than a wet willie 

P-P-pop the Glock till I jam the lock 

Word on my lil' niggas standing on the block 

Say your lines is dope, man my shits be chalked-outlined 

Murder murder blow up the spot 

Young ODB word on the WU 

Real nigga over here what breed is you? 

Man these chickens over here seem to caught the flu 

You niggas too food I'm Cordon bleu 

Chugging' on brews what are you in too 

Finger running through her hair like shampoo 

Pop it for my old heads repping damu 

And my real niggas modern day too live crew 

Can you get it wetter than shamu 

See your dude hating over there 

I cook a mean beef stew 

What you tryna take it too? 

[Hook] 

Pretty girls wanna roll with a G 

On the tour bus, in the shows VIP 

Mi-might mosh-pit, front row no seat 

Everyday tryna get high, tryna live it up 

Pretty girls wanna roll with a G 

On the tour bus, in the shows VIP 

Mi-might mosh-pit, front row no seat 

Everyday tryna get high, tryna live it up 

North-side, South-side lets ride 

East-side, West-side hands high 

North-side, South-side lets ride 

East-side, West-side hands high 

[Verse 2: AyoitsCraig of Ka$hklub] 

Make no mistake about it, I'm down as Fuck and im bout it 

Head high in the motherfucking clouds, say Pyro? 

How bout I teach em how to dance with a psycho 

Blind bat wit a blindfold, black lines on a white road 

Black ho with a white robe, acid when it drips 

I'mma pit when I grab hold 

I told ya'll , I'mma threat when it comes to the pen 

Lowlife til I die but I still try ta win 

Get a crown for the fit,loud for the ten 

So I can smoke dope wit the pope in his crib 

Need to focus your lens, so much hope when he spits 

Hoping I hit with this vocalist shit 

Bro gotta hit mixing Craig in the mix 

Hope I get a break more bread with my grit! IT'S! 

Ayo that local, written shit bitch I go so loco 

Who don't know? Its ka$hKlub no hopefuls 

I'm filthy, no soap ho 

I, O.D., on rhyme schemes 

Ingesting that rap crack! 

Take all that by all means! 

[Outro: Pyro Methane] 

Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll With a G 

R-Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll with a G 

Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll With a G 

R-Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll with a G