my pretty pretty boy I love you Like I never ever loved no one before you Pretty pretty boy of mine Just tell me you love me too Oh my pretty pretty boy
Translation: S Club 8. Pretty Boy.
Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you Like I never ever loved no one before you Pretty pretty boy of mine Just tell me you love me too Oh my pretty pretty boy
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family
Nappy boy, Hey!, Pretty boy Nappy boy, Hey!, Pretty boy Turn off the past, turn off the trouble, I'm about to take it to a whole other level! Dj turn
s on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh [
thugs at - Where the thugs at) [Lil' Jon] I like dem gurls (What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up) [Chyna Whyte] I like
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a
I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin' This for my niggaz with the bank roles (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz with the pretty
'83 '84 when ya shonin' you can holla at cha boy baby blue whoa (you can holla at me) '85, '86, 7, 8, 9 pretty
at - Where the thugs at) [Lil' Jon] I like dem gurls (What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up) [Chyna Whyte] I like dem
your thang boy(I really did my thang baby) Now it's me and you boy(now it's me and you) Now it's you and me boy(Now it's you and me) Now it's all about
on the rim, that?s T.I.'s Just like pretty Tod, I'm D-boy, fresh Got oil comin' in and it's straight from the west And the grill throwin' mesh on the
Intro:] Yeah, This your boy Diamond Blue Woah Pretty Ricky, Let's Go [Chorus:] We gone Get Tipsy [x8] We gone get tipsy in this club(tipsy in this club
you don't know, 'cause you know what i'm talking about we've been through this before, we were sitting at home in your momma's living room, 'cause(momma's
crack But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack Sipping on a forty, what's up shorty? (girl: what's up) Can I get that face? (boy please)
your thang boy (I really did my thang baby) Now it's me and you boy (now it's me and you) Now it's you and me boy (Now it's you and me) Now it's all
painted flavored cars You are a prisoner behind these eight bars [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Bun B] Ok It's big Bun-Beater baby Southern OG I'm Pimp C's brother