Miley Cyrus - Pretty Girls (Fun) lyrics
[Miley Cyrus - Pretty Girls Fun lyrics]
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
This the one that brings the
Pretty girls to the floor
Swag drip drop, eatin' molly in here
Party turnt up long as molly in here, and
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
Yeah all pretty girls just wanna have fun
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
I made a detour out the game
When I was hustlin' crack
Made a couple of dollars, made
A little bit of change, never looked back
You can find me at the
Shootin' range practicin' bustin' gats
Or in a vocal booth in the studio
Bustin' raps put some gold on my body
Got my body off Carlos Rossi i'm sloppy
I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti
La di da di, she like to party off molly
Bacardi let her get naughty, a hotty up
In the lobby, she stopped, she said
"Fortywater, where you 'bout to be?"
I said, "Follow me, follow
Me, follow me, bitch, room 223"
You got to pay me or pay me no attention
That's how I do
When you're born and raised in
The V, Northern Cali, silicon Valley
Your baby momma love me
Your baby daddy hate me
Your bitch wanna fuck me
I said your bitch wanna fuck
So we gon' get it like
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time, turn up
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Hey nigga, I'll make it happen
Turnin' her ratchet
Thick chick under my arm make
Your chick look average
Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass
Poke it like a cactus
And she got a face that belongs
Up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy
I got realer pimps balling hard everyday
Ratchet bitches can't resist
I stay laughing to the bank
But my dough ain't funny
I run out of rap before I run out of money
When I pop a pill, that's foreplay
Now I'm all in her face like Olay
I'm like "okay", I kill the pussy like OJ
When I'm finished with ya woman
She gon' think we soulmates
If you came here to have a good time
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
This the one that brings the
Pretty girls to the floor
Swag drip drop, eatin' molly in here
Party turnt up long as molly in here, and
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
Yeah all pretty girls just wanna have fun
All pretty girls just wanna have fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun
I made a detour out the game
When I was hustlin' crack
Made a couple of dollars, made
A little bit of change, never looked back
You can find me at the
Shootin' range practicin' bustin' gats
Or in a vocal booth in the studio
Bustin' raps put some gold on my body
Got my body off Carlos Rossi i'm sloppy
I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti
La di da di, she like to party off molly
Bacardi let her get naughty, a hotty up
In the lobby, she stopped, she said
"Fortywater, where you 'bout to be?"
I said, "Follow me, follow
Me, follow me, bitch, room 223"
You got to pay me or pay me no attention
That's how I do
When you're born and raised in
The V, Northern Cali, silicon Valley
Your baby momma love me
Your baby daddy hate me
Your bitch wanna fuck me
I said your bitch wanna fuck
So we gon' get it like
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time, turn up
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Hey nigga, I'll make it happen
Turnin' her ratchet
Thick chick under my arm make
Your chick look average
Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass
Poke it like a cactus
And she got a face that belongs
Up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy
I got realer pimps balling hard everyday
Ratchet bitches can't resist
I stay laughing to the bank
But my dough ain't funny
I run out of rap before I run out of money
When I pop a pill, that's foreplay
Now I'm all in her face like Olay
I'm like "okay", I kill the pussy like OJ
When I'm finished with ya woman
She gon' think we soulmates