Migos - Pretty Little Lady lyrics

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(Hook)

Pretty little lady, little lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty little lady, little lady

And she got her own, she don't need a nigga paper

Little lady, you're so pretty

Pretty little lady, you're so pretty

Pretty little lady and she got her own

Pretty little lady ya know she got her own

(Verse: Quavo)

Pretty lady, she got her own Mercedes

And she single, she thick and grown wit no babies

I really want to take little momma home and go crazy

But she won't let me, I can't do nothing but respect it

She know the work from Monday through Thursday she earned it

She don't care about my money, I sip my tea like Kermit

She don't care bout them 100s she pull 'em out the purses

Yo bitch I'm the dab king I fuck her like a virgin

She say she got a 9-5 I know that bitch servin'

It's none of my business I ain't worry

But if ya got a nigga and ya working for him

I'mma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry

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(Verse 2: Offset)

Handle yo business don't put me in it

I know the truth ya not innocent

She got excited by my Louboutins

Hop in my Lambo fuck her, we don't speak again

She didn't know I was a rapper

Pick up the front and back in erry weekend

Got to tell the truth shawty be dabbing

Pull up on ya in the jagger wit Aston

Her stomach so fat like she fasting

Look at that ass it's fantastic

Go get that money little bitty bitch (go get it)

Now hop on that pole and get nasty

She won't let ya smash let ya spin in it

It got to be sum' type of benefit

Oh fuck it I don't really need that bitch

She a bad bitch, she ain't really shit

I beat it, I hit her but I can not keep one

We at the condo she smoking the reefer

Sum' of ya lie she a beater

Nasty and know little momma in the fetal

Balenciega, alligator sneakers

I trapped on the block, hotter than a feva

I know she working she is not a keeper

She fucking all these niggas wit monifa

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(Verse 3: Takeoff)

Takeoff! I know little momma she got it, no doubt about it

But I'm tryna see 'bout it

Pullin' Benjamin's out her wallet

Lookin' real exotic, walkin' in Zanotti (Damn!)

Big booty so big it's shaped, look like an apple (Ooh!)

She bendin' ova bout to make me get tackled

Want to go to Nassau, let 'er see the castle

Grab bout twenty eight folds ya gon' need a ladder (Ooh!)

We smokin' up cookies burnin' like a candle (Gas!)

Asked her where she's from she told me Seattle

Momma live in California, said her brutha doin' five years in Savannah

Got a condo down in Alabama

She gon' let me pull up be my nasty dancer (Beat it!)

T.V.'s in my phantom can change the channels (Flex)

Lookin' up to the sky cause its panoramic

I fuck wit her pimping cuz she really gettin' it (fuck wit ya)

No Felicia, little momma run up a ticket (Add it up)

Dabbing might pull up to ya in Givenchy (Damn!)

Pretty little lady, know she independent

Ya beat the statistics ya got ya a car and a house

So I can't take ya out of the trenches, (Nah!)

Ain't got to add me for none of my benji's

Ya 'bout ya riches and ya mind yo business

Takeoff!

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