Yung Baby Tate – Pretty Girl (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Tate

[Verse 1: Yung Baby Tate]
I got pretty girl privileges
The brown skin, blonde hair make him give me his M's
Me and my friends, takin’ trips to the villages, all up in the villa
Countin' up a check, while I'm sippin’ on tequila
He know I'ma killer, in a pink whiplash
Break a neck, make a nigga hit his feet, do the dash
Break a sweat, blow a bag on me (Bag)
Throw some cash on me (Cash)
Little booty, but it look like I got ass on me
Wanna see a pretty girl get ugly?
Then when I walk by, try to touch me
It'll get real nasty, real quick
I don't take no shit, I'm a real bitch
You can look, don't touch me, though
I never hooked with a dusty ho
'Cause dirt rubs off, and I gotta shine, bitch, I'm a star
I’m a pretty broad, I know you see it
Remy Ma, I’m so conceited
Pretty bald, your ho gon' eat it
If he not, you know he leavin’ (Get out)
Tell a nigga to dip
You know I'm a pretty bitch, if I want it I get it, no questions
Got Killa to the right, got Latto on the left, that's three bad bitches flexin'


[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
Pretty girl, I don’t buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
City girl, yeah they rock with me, I'm a star (Yeah)
Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
Get it, girl, get it, get it, girl

[Verse 2: Killumantii]
So, to look like this, you gotta strut your shit (Strut your shit)
Left and right like you ambidextrous
Can't forget to let your hair swang, all your rings and earrings
Need me a pink house, 2 Chainz
Ombré nails, look like flames
I need new shit on my wrist, made your nigga pay for this (And that)
Then that boy gone, he dismissed, because I'm a pretty bitch
And I made my own damn bag, so what your man gave me was extra
I'm a young fly chick, might catch me zoomin' in a Tesla
And my makeup, my face always made up
Lookin' like the baddest bitch whenever I be laced up with makeup (I do)
Oh wait, I think I'm out of time, that's good and bad like pros and cons
These hoes broke with open palms, I run this shit like marathons

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
Pretty girl, I don't buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
City girl, yeah they rock with me, I'm a star (Yeah)
Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
Get it, girl, get it, get it, girl


[Verse 3: Mulatto]
Pretty girl, I'm a bad girl
I'm a trap girl, got my own shit
No back and forth with a bum bitch
Hate a pretty girl, who ain't on shit
Own whip, own crib, I ain't even have to fuck for it
These bitches fuckin' rich niggas and they ain't got shit to show for it
But, but that's tea, ask your man 'bout me ('Latto)
Pretty girls only, they all look like me and T
A hundred deep, and we all get in for free
They don't want no beef, I get you gone for a fee
He want a pretty girl, he don't want just any girl
Super stiff on all these niggas, he want a saddity girl
Whatever she with it girl, she gon' go and get it girl
Racks all on her, like this lil' bitch grew up playing tennis girl

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
Pretty girl, I don't buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
City girl, yeah they rock with me, I'm a star (Yeah)
Get it, girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
Get it, girl, get it, get it girl
Pretty girl, I don't buy drinks at the bar (Uh-huh)
City girl, yeah they rock with me, I'm a star (Yeah)
Get it girl, keep on goin', you gon' make it far (Go)
Get it girl, get it, get it, girl (Get it, girl)