Pretty Bitch Freestyle Lyrics by Saweetie is latest English song with music also given by Bana Bongolan. Pretty Bitch Freestyle song lyrics are written by Saweetie.
Pretty Bitch Freestyle Song Detail
Singer: Saweetie
Composer: Bana Bongolan
Lyrics by: Saweetie
Pretty Bitch Freestyle Saweetie
Cal-A Keep It Lit
Pretty bi**h Music
Big mama, I’m a shit talker
I see them copy every look, I got a few daughters
Every check I deposit got a few commas
Pretty bi**h, mouth slick, I’m a good problem
I don’t sleep sleep in gucci
He ate it with his grill now his diamonds in my coochie
I was in my dorm stressed out with my roomie
Now I’m in a Benz, stretched out cause it’s roomy
In love with the new me, a long way from boostin’
Since 15, I had ni**as try to seduce me
But fu** gettin’ paid off the [?] you can’t use me
I’m a top dollar bi**h but I’m far from a hoochie (Pretty bi**h music)
Trending off the selfie
Chanel me
Off the top shelf please
I only fu** with ni**as if they handsome and wealthy
Crab meat got my a** looking healthy
I ain’t worried ’bout a blog or a bi**h
Speakin’ on my moves like it’s news, you a snitch
Every lie off your lips get me views, I admit
All my quarantine pics going up, I ain’t miss
Where the hustlas? Who ain’t stingy with the tricks
I’m only sittin’ on the dick if he a money making bi**h
I show em I know how to throw it back if he can pitch
Make a switch, I can be the 9 and you can be the 6
Give me shoes, give me jewels, put a slurpy on my wrist
Got a zoom in the afternoon, boy you got to dip
It ain’t rude, it’s a ruse, im just stickin’ to the script
My 6 inch heels click, leavin’ Louis prints
Kitty pretty, so I call the cat Doja
Yo pu**y stink cause you always drink soda
I remember my closet was in my Toyota
Sabrina ain’t trip when I slept on the sofa
Our daddies caught cases, we got our diplomas
I been through it all, can’t take shit from no one (pretty bi**h music)
Icy gang like Aspen, all the pretty girls know they gotta tap in
I’m a rapper, I just plan on runnin’ fashion
Bankroll in my bra, extra paddin’
He tried to leave, (huh) knew it wouldn’t happen
‘Cause I got the fire neck like Dragun
I’m the Birkin bag, keep my baby hairs laid
Fendi frame, the Hermes mermaid
Pretty face, no waist, first place
I be a billionaire if I sold my sex tape
Pretty bi**h music
Pretty bi**h music