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Pretty Bitches Love Ugly Niggas
Now he's the type of nigga that she can't forget/
How he handled it, got the candles lit/
How he...pushed it deep and made her clamp her lips/
How he...rammed it banged and angled it/
Got her speakin in tongue in weird languages/
Now she thinkin, she knows how to manage this/
She doesn't have to much to gamble with/
They both took a trip to East Los Angeles/
In hind sight, it should have been a canceled trip/
Through the airport where the cameras shift/
To the house with four cars and the campers is/
The painted canvases and floor panel lifts/
Behind that is artillery with banana clips/
Niggas in hospitals mangled in bandages/
But that's the dude she run wit ah handsome kid/
Love mixed with fear emotional balances/
He's in New Jersey but he pushin through New York/
Gotta little more work up top when he moved north/
They copped another house off the coast with two courts/
Two yachts that dock in the block at two ports/
The feds is watchin, the feds is listening/
The clocks position, the seconds tickin/
Her world is nice, the dress is glistening/
Her hair is pressed, the heels is sickning/
The guns go off like hands is clapping/
Niggas keep droppin but them bands keep stackin'/
So she on the runway lovin the fashion/
She don't give ah fuck how he brings the cash in/
Her niggas ah hit man, extra clip man/
Both of them sinkin' in middle of quick sand/
The feds raided his house at precisely 6:10/
Escorted both out to the car by six men/
Now he's the type of nigga that she can't forget/
How he handled it, got the candles lit/
How he...pushed it deep and made her clamp her lips/
How he...rammed it banged and angled it/
Got her speakin in tongue in weird languages/
Now she thinkin, she knows how to manage this/
She doesn't have to much to gamble with/
They both took a trip to East Los Angeles/
In hind sight, it should have been a canceled trip/
Through the airport where the cameras shift/
To the house with four cars and the campers is/
The painted canvases and floor panel lifts/
Behind that is artillery with banana clips/
Niggas in hospitals mangled in bandages/
But that's the dude she run wit ah handsome kid/
Love mixed with fear emotional balances/
He's in New Jersey but he pushin through New York/
Gotta little more work up top when he moved north/
They copped another house off the coast with two courts/
Two yachts that dock in the block at two ports/
The feds is watchin, the feds is listening/
The clocks position, the seconds tickin/
Her world is nice, the dress is glistening/
Her hair is pressed, the heels is sickning/
The guns go off like hands is clapping/
Niggas keep droppin but them bands keep stackin'/
So she on the runway lovin the fashion/
She don't give ah fuck how he brings the cash in/
Her niggas ah hit man, extra clip man/
Both of them sinkin' in middle of quick sand/
The feds raided his house at precisely 6:10/
Escorted both out to the car by six men/
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