Testi:
Lil B Pretty Boy

Gucci Mane What damn, my partna told me, he said B you gon die with bitches He said you got bitches on deck B, he said you a goddamn Pretty Boy I'm a

forty Belafonte The music industry is using the slang And try to play it off like they doin' they thang' Come on Camrom Oh boy Oh boy Dipset Dipset Oh boy Oh boy

got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al B. don't bo Got them haters looking shitty Forty diamonds stay pretty Body

[B.G.] (talking) Wassup, Uh Huh This one here for my lil' queen And my lil' king, ya heard me Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know Look man (

Drop dogs like ?? dogs ?? close Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap And they're froze No one knows - of my homicidal capacity I'm a pretty boy

either, don't make me have to play a song with my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk nigga Now get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. they trippin

[song borrows the beat from Lil' Keke's "I'm A G"] [Chorus: Chamillionaire] You can see it in my eyes Always bout my G's You can see it in my eyes Always

ROLL CALL! My boy Lens Flayer, gonna shock your screen And you know Plastic Wrapper gonna give it a sheen Filter Fil's got the thrills if you know what I mean And Lil

it to you all night I?m gon? rock my hips and I lick my lips Wrap you all round my finger Then do a little strut across the room Baby boy lil mama such