Letras:
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

Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? [Verse] If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy Niggaz in the hood

doctor Go get a medic, cause somebody 'bout get finally resected Oh shit nigga goin' insane, muthafucka 'Bout to bloodshed ya cell membrane, shit the propane bitch The fine cocaine, lil

oh We got all of the pretty girls left in the city goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin [Jay-Z] Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow

n-ggas is crack addicts the simple mathematics. you cut the check and I rake in the green like I?m raking the grass in pretty b-tches damn near feint

I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride? But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me Yeah Slim and B done showed

too (we can be a lil late) [Verse 2:] Champagne and me girl Sippose I roll my city pretty women say "I hope he feelin us" Oh boy you killin us So long

Make The Ugly Girls Want Me But The Pretty Girls On Me, Make The Shy Girls Horny Make The Fly Girls Korny, And Only For Me B-Cuzz I Flew I Am Holla Back

: (feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne) Chorus: T-Pain Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie imma make back HEY