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(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 Letras de cancionesI'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] From Letras Mania