Pretty Bull Lyrics - Wiki

The bottle's out 

The coked up models out 

To be honest that ain't what I'm all about 

The goonies out 

The intelligent girls with the booties out 

Looking like a movie now 

Everybody moving now 

You know Drew's got the luscious out 

The dealers out 

You just gotta feel 'em out 

You know they trying to move the loud 

Look 

Even the writers is out 

Not the type that write about what you read 

Seem more like the sniper type 

Get it in the height of night, dead of night 

Let 'em light L's in the club 

Let 'em cyph it'll get 'em hype 

The bag's out 

You rolling up the damn blunt 

It's looking like a dad pouch 

The cats and the drags out 

Shave but the stash out 

The ravers out, the skaters out, the haters out 

The haters getting struck slapped 

Kids all about the paper route 

If you a weirdo put your hands up 

If you got a ego just stand up, man up 'cause 

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I know you shook shit sticking to the book bitch 

I don't give a fuck about y'all 

'Cause I got my whole crew coming son 

Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one 

I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch 

I don't give a fuck about y'all 

'Cause I got my whole crew coming son 

Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one 

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco 

I'm voguing, type of shit Wiki do 

I'm posing looking like a pretty bull 

Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too 

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco 

I'm vogue and type of shit Wiki do 

I'm posing looking like a pretty bull 

Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too 

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I always pity fools, I was pitiful 

They don't know how to act, always grin at you 

Then I rap all them syllables 

Back at my pinnacle 

I'm bashful, granted you 

After I'm back, to Madison street not the ave 

I speak to my lads it's 88 deep out at 88 Palace, yeet 

Game face looking like I'm gonna weep 

Listen to the beat, bop to it 

Don't drop the handle 

Camo pant be rock on the dancefloor 

Can't handle your liquor or you're in a pickle 

When it hits you, it gets you sick, it's a little dribble 

To the bathroom, long lines getting sniffled 

That's why I piss in the bottle in the back 

And yell "Bono", I throw it in the trash 

I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch 

I don't give a fuck about y'all 

'Cause I got my whole crew coming son 

Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one 

I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch 

I don't give a fuck about y'all 

'Cause I got my whole crew coming son 

Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one 

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco 

I'm voguing, type of shit Wiki do 

I'm posing looking like a pretty bull 

Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too 

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco 

I'm vogue and type of shit Wiki do 

I'm posing looking like a pretty bull 

Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too