Pretty Willie

Pretty Willie - Na Na

rate me

[Intro]

you ready, don't you know dawg?

J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me

Suella (laughing)

This is for all y'all, look

Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm

arrogant or somethin'

Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy

That's how we do it up herre

You know what I'm sayin, look

[Verse]

Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty)

If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black

truck and blinged up

Big bucks must be made and not truss

No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what

I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action

When it comes to freakin' women

I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin'

Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times

All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline

But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily)

The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me)

Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums)

I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun

Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of

Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away

What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth

But for them haters that didn't want it

yo this one's for you (I'm like)

[Chorus: x2]

Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa)

Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa)

I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta'

Got crème, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever

[Verse]

It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats)

Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that

(that)

Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that

Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats

So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss

My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs

More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times

When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine

Makazumas line up in a single-file line

Ready to hit it hot (hold up)

That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy

I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha

The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper

On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you

Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu

What you would, chill and freeze, boy please

Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete

[Chorus]

[Verse]

There's no way

You sorry bustas gon' take me

There's no way

You sorry bustas gon' take me

There's no way

You sorry bustas gon' take me

There's no way, no way, no way

[Chorus]

[Pretty Willie talking]

[laughing] yea

Republic, Universal, D2

Frontline come on!

[Chorus to end]

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