Heaven Lyrics latest English song by Big Boss Vette. Lyrics written by Big Boss Vette, Coi Leray, Dr. Luke, Rocco Did It Again!, LunchMoney Lewis & Theron Thomas and Produced by Dr. Luke & Rocco Did It Again
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Pretty Girls Walk (Remix) Song Details
| Song | Pretty Girls Walk (Remix) |
| Artist/Singer | Big Boss Vette |
| Lyrics | Big Boss Vette, Coi Leray, Dr. Luke, Rocco Did It Again!, LunchMoney Lewis & Theron Thomas |
| Produced | Dr. Luke & Rocco Did It Again |
| Label | Big Boss Vette |
Pretty Girls Walk (Remix) Music
Pretty Girls Walk (Remix) Lyrics
No matter what the *** these hoes talkin’ ’bout
Just know you a bad b*tch
Every motherf*ckin’ time that you wake up
And you look in that motherf*ckin’ mirror
All the pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
This, pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
All the pretty girls walk like
Coolin’ in the Six, your b*tch ride in a Civic (Ride in a Civic)
Better watch your n*gga, ’cause he might end up missing (Might end up missing)
You can talk about me, but it’s gon’ make me richer (Whatevs)
Tell ’em bring the bottles, I’ma need some more liquor (Uh)
Pink lemon drop, ’42 what I’m sippin’ (Uh-huh)
Super-slim, he like how it’s sittin’ (Like how it’s sittin’)
Eat the p*ssy up, I just came out the kitchen
You can tell by my walk that this kitty hit different (Yeah)
I’m a real freak (Freak)
I like real freaks (Let’s go)
I’m a freak b*tch (Yeah), not a weak b*tch (Uh-uh)
Throw it back while he in it, make him sea-sick
All the pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
This, pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
All the pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this (Uh, uh, uh)
This, pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
All the pretty girls walk like
Big Boss Vette (Yeah), pull up in a Vette (Skrrt)
Flooded out my wrist with some ice around my neck (Water)
Shittin’ on my ex (F*ck him), on to the next (On God)
He know this p*ssy good ’cause he always come back (Ah)
I like diamonds, shinin’, fly me to an island (Whew)
If I say I want it, then you know he gon’ buy it (Money)
Foreign, private, designer, stylist (Ooh)
I’ll throw a tantrum, now a b*tch’ll get childish (Wah-wah)
Go dumb on the d*ck, know he lovin’ the moves (On God)
If I’m f*ckin’ with him, he ain’t f*ckin’ with you (At all)
Made him blow a bag, spent it all on shoes (Yeah)
Cause all the pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
This, pretty girls walk like
This, this, this, this
All the pretty girls walk like
This (Like), this (Like), this (Like), this (Like)
This (Like), pretty girls walk like
This (Like), this (Like), this (Like), this (Like)
All the pretty girls walk like— This
