[Intro] Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
[Verse 1: Saweetie] Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers? I put rims on a hot pink Honda Lipgloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama I heard around town I'm the baddest ever Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together I could do the splits, but the hundreds spreadin' better Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek Dior cologne, that shit'll bring out the freak Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchable Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you Someone approachable, I'm unfuckwittable Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview
[Chorus: Saweetie] Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] A hundred down the 110 get her sideways I told the bitch it's my way or the highway Double parked in driveways, on the five K's That instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later Laugh now, cry later, there goes another clout chaser I seen that lil' shit you was uppin', it wasn't 'bout nathan If you don't want a war with the don, then about face me If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous Bling blaow at night, I can still hear Mei Ling callin' You know these hoes go back and forth, bro, that's ping ponger Tree hogger, should've stayed up on her knees longer It's the sleepwalker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh This 'fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost neither Two nines in the car, heard about us, we mosh people When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me Nigga, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'?
[Verse 3: Saweetie] Workin' overtime, yeah I barely see my sheets, huh I'm finer than your bitch, and I ain't getting beauty sleep Gotta hit up Whit if you is tryna get to me 'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm booked from summer to the spring Ain't nobody goin' harder, heard 'bout you and so-and-so But it's a difference between a puppet and who run the show I walked in Magic City bustin' bands, lettin' hundreds go All this ice drippin' on my body like a runny nose Ask me what my life like now Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now Princess, snap my fingers, get that right, right now Fat ass, four-point-oh, making me proud My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me Two dimes in the backseat sippin' on dark liquor Ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me Bitch, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'?
[Chorus: Saweetie] Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
[Outro] Pretty bitch musicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
