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Baby, Baby, Baby

Pretty Boy

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[Intro: Mase (Pretty Boy)] You don't stop...we don't stop (Can I rock this track?) Is Fox on this track? (Foxy Brown: Is Mase in the back with the lala stacks?) [Verse 1: Pretty Boy] I'm that pretty cat Pockets thick, plus my whole city phat Asked you nicely, disagree? It's like gimme that Rock shows you wit the buggy Gotta cop those, pop mose Everything on top I drop those Cromed out, suppose you not Then it's not those Rock gold, bigger than life Make your block fold All malicious, never personal It's business Heading for the green Everybody gots their wishes Pretty boy too swift You ain't with Fox Who you wit Make you sick Plus we don't give a shit Please do, cherry red Regal in the summertime Supple down I'm tore down Plus it's Hummer time Bad with the baddest Don Pooh status Tell me any label that wouldn't love to have this [Chorus x2] Baby, baby, baby Oh you drive me crazy All I see is all my doe Always seem to go to hoes [Verse 2: Mase] Yo, how you expect me to respect you When you in the club looking sexual Doin' things my ex do Know I peeped ya All you do is smoke refer Everytime gold teeth blowing up my beeper I'm a be the king Have my only queen On the beach, g-string Let a nigga see things We ain't together Worried bout who seein' my chedder You never go see what i'm doin' You worried about who i'm screwin' Thought you dissed me You got dissed in the end Now I'm twistin' your friends Drivin' the biggest benz Since the day I left Always stayed in debt Then you got to save a check Just to get an Avirex Through it all I'm a still go to the mall Trick on another trick Show you I don't love you, trick [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Pretty Boy] When you saw the Benz Bet you thought it was my friend's Thought the hazel eyes was the contact lens Thought the duplex was rented, and you meant it Now you know it's mine You gon' let me run up in it? [Foxy Brown] What you know about ballin'? True shot callin'? Nigga, what you haulin'? I stay world tourin' Tellin' all your mans how you scorin' Cristal drippin' out the pussy Straight pourin', you borin' See a baller and I'm on it, we on it Throw a little g and I lays it right on it [Pretty Boy] We can drink cristal all night and get busy Have ya hee-hee-hee-hee-howin' like Missy Who is he? Pretty, a.k.a. Nino Brown Rock every show, gotta hoe, every town [Foxy Brown] Shit, I'm not a cheap bitch Gotta spend Gs just to get between this And i don't kiss the shit (nasty girl) See you fuckin' with a rebel Movado, bitches, I'm a Daytona ice bezel You ain't never seen no game like this Name like this, say my shit save my shit Even if its 3's, mutha fucka please Gotta get on his knees, Hit him for that cheese Thought you had him under pressure too Nigga, I done bagged him, I choose to fuck you I love niggas, thug niggas Shy niggas, I'll be good to ya Player ask jigga [Chorus 2x]
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