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Music Majors Pretty and boujee I look like the shit Had to tell diva I take this shit left Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef All of my blues got the stripes like a ref Hazeline ring, Biggie my step Everything litty, Nike my left, huh Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left Baguettes wetty and they all on my neck You know I’ve been ‘bout a check You know I hang with some killers You know they walk with a Tech Bitches be pressed they can’t fuck up my energy When I leave the room bet they remember me Money stay with me the money a friend of me Letras de cancionesPretty and brown he gon’ drink me like Hennessey I walk around with a fat wallet I walk around with a pretty penny I keep plenty Benjis in my back pocket If the gang around know they gon’ act ‘bout it I got more money, she mad ‘bout it Fuck all my opps I been killing the scene Money the only thing green Bitch you ain’t fucking with me I never follow I lead ‘em Independent bitch I do not need ‘em Put me in the room with any bitch bet they tuck their tail and I eat ‘em (Yep) They saying Karlae you different (Yep) That’s just ‘cause I’m on a mission (Mission) I’m tryna get to a milli (Milli) I’m tryna make sure they feel me Pretty and boujee I look like the shit Had to tell diva I take this shit left Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef All of my blues got the stripes like a ref Hazeline ring, Biggie my step Everything litty, Nike my left, huh Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left He like a bitch that can’t nobody have He like to bring me around just to brag He said girl what you want I ain’t checking no tag Giving niggas the blues I be leaving ‘em sad Love him ‘cause he honest with amazing dick Money on her head about my nigga I done brought the bitch You blowing up his phone while he giving me head So concerned with my titties bitches ain’t getting no bread Face card valid thank the lord because I’m blessed Gorgeous ghetto bitch got these niggas spending checks He was eating them blue pills trippin’ on your set Consider yourself lucky you was fucking with the best Pretty and boujee I look like the shit Had to tell diva I take this shit left Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef All of my blues got the stripes like a ref Hazeline ring, Biggie my step Everything litty, Nike my left, huh Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq Blues got the stripe like a ref I got it, she got it Huh, lucky my left Ice so icy Ice so icy Ice so icy Ice so icy Ice so icy From Letras Mania