Pretty Bitches (feat. Wale) (Explicit)

Pretty *** (feat. Wale) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Wale

Listen to the triangle b**ches

Hey yeah girl hey yeah

Hey yeah girl hey yeah

Hey yeah girl hey yeah

Hey yeah girl hey yeah

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

She caught up in my love triangle

I used to sell them things in triangle

And that was when I was in the eighth grade

Now I'm self made and I'm high paid

Ni**a you ain't even in my tax bracket

I'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket

Gucci man it's the Gucci crew

Bricksquad Records ni**a who are you

What it do ni**a what's popping

Find them early next summer we dropping

We back again

Yeah we back again and we gotta win

She wanna be my friend

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I pull up in that black and red challenger

A competition where the challengers

I pull up in that Rrari with the other one

And thinking about going and getting another one

Gucci Man I wander right from Africa to Pakistan

Understand and over stand Gucci man in overland

What a fine a** yellow bone

She got it going on

Now I got so many chains

No they don't know what's going on

Found her number in my phone

And don't know what be going wrong

Found her number in my phone

And don't know what be going wrong

She had it going on

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

Easier they know my name

Magic city throw some change

Flyest ni**a in this b**ch

And I don't even own no chain

Take your chick with no complaint

She say my sh*t oh so great

And that's why be she feeling me

Yeah I got that Novacaine

Go for my debauch sh*t

Forced to rock till I'm nauseous

Stuck up when she sober when

She rolling got no conscious

She owe these now Louis Vuitton

She work at that nudi bar

Thought they do it for the money

Get your camera nude at all

Dream we can all burn

Till I am the highest man

Y'all a bunch of pussies

Why the f**k I need an alias then

Paper planes piloting

Why you sell retiring

While a ni**a beating gals

You'd think I know Esiason

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

These pretty b**ches love me

Them b**ches love me

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper

I think them b**ches love that

I'm a bottle popper