Pretty when i talk b#tch i’m pretty when i walk
Pretty when i talk b#tch i’m pretty when i walk
b#tches think they low but they really really not
b#tches think they hot but they really really not
Designer or no designer i still step on sl#ts
Gangsta b#tch im smart i got lawyers n shootas
Boujee b#tch f#ck him turn him super rich
She a stupid b#tch hatin on the gram
Really she a fan
Make her man run them bands
Starbucks w my main ones or maybe yo man
I got his wallet on lock yea i know you stupid mad
Lil b#tch wanna meet kick the b#tch out the vee
The choppa chopped her up chopped cheese
Girl i got like 5 boyfriends is you kiddin me
A hot girl w a hot bod these b#tches can’t compete
Bape on from the streets i make the money then i leave
Focused on my money tree i could neva talk for free
Yea i’m
Pretty when i walk b#tch im pretty when i talk
Pretty when i talk b#tch im pretty when i walk
b#tches think they low but they really really not
b#tches think they hot but they really really not
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
Brooklyn b#tch
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
Brooklyn b#tch
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
Im a brooklyn b#tch
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
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