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von prettifun

What the fuck? (Ginseng)
Tell me, what you even need from me? (Forever)
I hit the blunt, got my nose runnin′
No, I don't know when the hos comin′
Look in the back, it's a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these niggas act so funny

I'm a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I′ma grow from it
Got nothin′ to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin'
You never thought that she′d do you like that even though your ho ugly?
Nigga, you ain't know your ho fucked me?
And a nigga mad so we had to jump ′em
Honestly, how I feel, fuck 'em


Fuck everybody in the scene
Do the dirty work, Mr. Clean
I can probably move a mountain off a bean
Like to get high, smoke weed
Plug, pull up, need more, please
Good ′za put you right to sleep
Catch more Z's and more E

Baby, you don't look real to me, is you the girl of my dreams?
You doin′ shit I′ve never seen
I live the lifestyle that I can't redeem
I put the M-E in team
Really do it all, bet you never peeped
She got a call last week, you don′t even benefit me, you a leech

What the fuck?
Tell me, what you even need from me?
I hit the blunt, got my nose runnin'
No, I don′t know when the hos comin'
Look in the back, it′s a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these niggas act so funny


I'm a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I'ma grow from it
Got nothin′ to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin′
You never thought that she'd do you like that even though your ho ugly?
Nigga, you ain′t know your ho fucked me?
And a nigga mad so we had to jump 'em
Honestly, how I feel, fuck ′em

Fuck all of these niggas that doubted
It's a couple hoes on my phone that wasn′t tryna fuck 'til I got clouted
Show them how to ball, yeah, I'm puttin′ in more work, young nigga just move around it
Don′t even come outside, young nigga, we got the whole crib surrounded

Huh, huh, won't change up, no, nigga
All I ask is to trust my vision
Money talk and my bank account listen
When I put it in her ass, good dickin′
Fuck pretti, I know you not Christian
Balmain for the jean, New Edition
All the lame shit, I can't kick it
I don′t even know how y'all fuck with these niggas

What the fuck?
Tell me, what you even need from me?
I hit the blunt, got my nose runnin′
No, I don't know when the hos comin'
Look in the back, it′s a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these niggas act so funny

I′m a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I'ma grow from it
Got nothin′ to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin'
You never thought that she′d do you like that even though your ho ugly?
Nigga, you ain't know your ho fucked me?
And a nigga mad so we had to jump ′em
Honestly, how I feel, fuck 'em

Honestly, how I feel, fuck 'em