Pretty Ugly

Pretty Ugly - Spit Game lyrics

rate me

(feat. Royce The 5'9")

[Pretty Ugly]

yeah

uh-ha, pretty ugly... royce the five-nidine

1, 1-2

we spit game nigga...

we spit game nigga...I'm here now..

[Pretty Ugly]

Now take a look at me

How it fell to see me balling?

Yea, you heard what the callin

Pretty Ugly, that philly cat wit da chipped tooth

That wear low shirts, guess jeans and tim boots

I only drink 151 run passion

No Cris I'm a thug, I don't like flashin

I can get a bad bitch wit something a lil cheaper

and my whole body smelling like reefer

'Dro or babbage, I don't care, I got a bad habit

Try to fight it?

I aint even took a jab at it.

Why quit? I love to talk shit

I love them dick licks when I'm taking a big hit

I spit game all night, my mind aint been right

Y'all dudes aint that tight, I put it in black and white

I'm sick of rappers tryin' ta sign me, stop makin offers

I aint here to see y'all, I come to talk to your bosses

[HOOK]

Mommy, don't you hear my name?

I'm tryin' ta get you to try me

so you can play my game

BOOM BOOM... La La La La La La La

BOOM BOOM... La La La La La La La

BOOM BOOM... La La La La La La La

BOOM BOOM... La La La La La La

[ROYCE]

I said he wanted a piece of me, I wont break

Here is a piece of my heat that I wont take

He's been sold a dreamer

Had the privilege to hold the nina

you've been exposed ta peanuts

Grown niggas speak wit their hands, they know how to bring it

Down to fold they fingers, slingin as ol' as english

My gold feet, smokin it rolled that's how it be

When a hoe scope smokin the coal, she eye me

She probably sip on a nutta

It's probably why these chickadees love us

we still slip on the rubbers

why is it that bitches would be sensitive lovers

We keep you bitches fly... We keep a bitch on the cover

Niggas heard it's our label so snap out

Niggas try to cover the card table, they crap out

In Japan like I'm the man

You luck to know coz I be fuckin these hoes like

yo touchi yo toes...

[HOOK]

[Pretty Ugly]

I spit game. it's real shit no riddles

Girls at the bar, meet me in the middle

Back that ass up, shake it jus a little

Come on, show me something, make yo titties jiggle

You gotta love the way I spit it coz my game is tight

Its Pretty Ugly, I'm the same boy yo friend like

Aint nuffin changed, I'm the shit baby, it's my time

Spit game, the boy, papes, and Royce the 5-9

[ROYCE]

What in yo mind'll make you think my clik would be trickin?

Boom, I'm the bomb, bitch, coz my dick'll be tickin

We can split 50-50 stitches paying for bitches

my lips strictly for sippin, they aint for lickin

came for bitch now you swallow the doe

'til I holla, 'til it 'aha' fall on the flo

I'm takin this action, but you oughta know that

I'm sorry ms jackson, but yo daughter's a hoe

[HOOK]

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