Rita Prettifun
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[Verse 1]
(Pretti)
Jewels on my body, this shit lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance, huh
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my bitch is a dime
All that scamming shit don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this shit through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)
[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together ‘fo I hop in
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me Prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either-or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like [?], huh
Darkskin, lightskin, fuck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow
(Pretti)
Jewels on my body, this shit lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance, huh
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my bitch is a dime
All that scamming shit don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this shit through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)
[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together ‘fo I hop in
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me Prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either-or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like [?], huh
Darkskin, lightskin, fuck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow
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