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BBY KODIE

Pretty Boy Mix

 

Pretty Boy Mix

(album: Kodie Kardashian - 2018)


Aye I know what I'm 'bout
I know what I'm 'bout
Talk shit cause I'm straight from the South, huh
Got gold in his mouth
He keep talking shit I'm knocking him out, huh
I know what I'm 'bout
He talk like he hot but he stay in the house, huh
I know what he 'bout
He talk to the ops he fold like a couch, huh
I know what I'm 'bout
I glow like the sun I stay in the clouds, huh
Bitch watch the fuck out
New Céline Dion it ain't even came out, huh
Pretty boy flexing
He hate cause he not me should've took the same route, huh
White tee fresh out the house
Nigga touch me I'ma knock a stain out, huh
Big bus like a Greyhound
Choppers hanging out 'bout to do a stakeout, huh
Big clips hang out
You talk a lot of shit now you can't talk now, huh
All-black Ghost pulled out
Love myself so much ego big ass my house, huh
These ho's love me too
New outfit when I step out the house, huh
Everyday Christmas
Need a new wishlist, brand new bitches, huh
Everyday Christmas
Thinking 'bout bitches, all on my wishlist, huh
Pink Ferrari coupe ain't seen it, sitting on 6's, huh
I got Dior on my lenses
See straight through your feelings, huh
Go cry in your feelings
Aye shout out Lighter it's lit
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit
Hot like a Bic, Bic, Bic
Twenty-six my Beamer sit
He talked a lot of shit but I know he ain't shit
Brand new Ferrari my brand new whip
Everybody hot but they ain't this lit
Forgiato whip keep foreign shit
Hahaha match my foreign bitch
Oh shit I'm done fuck this shit. Wait hold on wait
Bitch I'm sick
Nah f'real I'm sick
Might sneeze on your bitch
Swag contagious
Watch your bitch
Ah! Oh shit!

done

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