Tanya Morgan - Pretty lyrics
[Tanya Morgan - Pretty lyrics]
We just so sexy in this motherfr
Von Pea, the Beatmaker in here
And this is my solo track
And this goes out to all the men that have
Been lied to by these bitties
And I know you've been lied to
Maybe you didn't break the
Way you should've broke but, I break
So this is how it goes, yo
Damn, yo, I remember that Kelis
Yo, Beatmaker, that is a nice shirt - that
Is a very sexy shirt you have on, brother
Whenever
She was walking down the block
With her hand in her back pocket
I would pay fifty grand
Just so I could be that hand
Just so I could be that man to
Open up and cram huge
Mini-me in her chocolate pink petite
When the air go in it squeaks squeaky clean
There's some hair in my cuisine
Waiter, please
Tell the cook to wax this peach
Not from Georgia, not from Florida, five-nine
She not much shorter than me, V-O-N-P-E-A
Hey remember that day?
Back to the subject, I recollect
She wore black jeans if I recollect, baby tee
Washboard tummy an at least cup Cs
Open toed heels damn, this chick is so real
All and still before I please, her, meet her
She's no skeezer, she's a pretty woman
Can't get her out of my head
That's why I gotta get her in my bed
Can't get her out of my mind
When I get her it's over
She's a pretty woman
Uh, uh, uh
I'm like "hey miss" and she said "huh"
I'm like face it, I'm not Denzel
But, if you're into looks
Who could match this well
Low budget in the forty buck dunks
But, I bet what I spit will
Have her watered up tough
On some "call me up" stuff
Fast forward up enough
We're at the Justice of the peace
With a hundred buck tux
She looks like, um, okay
But, I really wanna stab like a young OJ
Blood rushing to my head I
Want to Coldplay girl
Let's go play like hey hey hey i'm on
Long story short, the number? Wrong
I guess there's no point to this song
Cause little Von Pea won't
Point to that thong
And that's so wrong and I still see her
In her little shorts
Thighs better than Tamia's
Damn, should've told Pretty I'd eat her
She's no skeezer, she's a pretty woman
Can't get her out of my head
That's why I gotta get her in my bed
Can't get her out of my mind
When I get her it's over
She's a pretty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Beatmaker, stop the music
Von Pea, the Beatmaker in here
And this is my solo track
And this goes out to all the men that have
Been lied to by these bitties
And I know you've been lied to
Maybe you didn't break the
Way you should've broke but, I break
So this is how it goes, yo
Damn, yo, I remember that Kelis
Yo, Beatmaker, that is a nice shirt - that
Is a very sexy shirt you have on, brother
Whenever
She was walking down the block
With her hand in her back pocket
I would pay fifty grand
Just so I could be that hand
Just so I could be that man to
Open up and cram huge
Mini-me in her chocolate pink petite
When the air go in it squeaks squeaky clean
There's some hair in my cuisine
Waiter, please
Tell the cook to wax this peach
Not from Georgia, not from Florida, five-nine
She not much shorter than me, V-O-N-P-E-A
Hey remember that day?
Back to the subject, I recollect
She wore black jeans if I recollect, baby tee
Washboard tummy an at least cup Cs
Open toed heels damn, this chick is so real
All and still before I please, her, meet her
She's no skeezer, she's a pretty woman
Can't get her out of my head
That's why I gotta get her in my bed
Can't get her out of my mind
When I get her it's over
She's a pretty woman
Uh, uh, uh
I'm like "hey miss" and she said "huh"
I'm like face it, I'm not Denzel
But, if you're into looks
Who could match this well
Low budget in the forty buck dunks
But, I bet what I spit will
Have her watered up tough
On some "call me up" stuff
Fast forward up enough
We're at the Justice of the peace
With a hundred buck tux
She looks like, um, okay
But, I really wanna stab like a young OJ
Blood rushing to my head I
Want to Coldplay girl
Let's go play like hey hey hey i'm on
Long story short, the number? Wrong
I guess there's no point to this song
Cause little Von Pea won't
Point to that thong
And that's so wrong and I still see her
In her little shorts
Thighs better than Tamia's
Damn, should've told Pretty I'd eat her
She's no skeezer, she's a pretty woman
Can't get her out of my head
That's why I gotta get her in my bed
Can't get her out of my mind
When I get her it's over
She's a pretty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Beatmaker, stop the music