Yeah, uh-huh
Pretty Ugly, Royce Da 5'9

1, 1-2
We spit game ^!$$%...
We spit game ^!$$%...I'm here now..



Now take a look at me, how it fell to see me balling?

(P.U.!!) Yeah, y'all heard what the callin'
Pretty Ugly, that Philly cat wit the chipped tooth
That wear low shirts, Guess jeans, and Tim boots

I only drink 1-51 Rum Passion
No Cris, I'm a thug, I don't like flashin'
I can get a bad (*##$ wit something a lil' cheaper

and my whole body smelling like reefer
'Dro or Babbage? I don't care, I got a bad habit
Try to fight it? I ain't even took a jab at it

Why quit? I love to talk %#@!
I love them dick licks, when I'm taking a big hit
I spit game all night, my mind ain't been right

Y'all dudes ain't that tight, I put it in black and white
I'm sick of rappers tryin' ta sign me, stop makin' offers
I ain't here to see y'all, I come to talk to your bosses



Ma-MI, don't you hear my name?

I'm tryin' ta get you to try ME, so you can play my game
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BOOM BOOM... La La La La La Laaa La La La La La La

BOOM BOOM... La La La La La Laaa La La La La La La
BOOM BOOM... La La La, Laaaa La La La La



I said, he wanted a piece of me, I won't break, ^!$$%
Here is a piece of my heat that I won't take

He's been, sold a dreamer
Had the privilege, ta hold the nina
You've been exposed ta peanuts

Grown ^!$$%z speak wit their hands, they know how to bring it

Down to fold they fingers, slingin' as Ol' as English

My gold feet, smokin' it rolled, that's how it be
When a hoe scope, smokin' the coal, she eye me
She probably sip on a nutta, it's probably

Why these chickadees love us, we still slip on the rubbers
Why is it that (*##$es would be sensitive lovers
(We keep you (*##$es fly) We keep a (*##$ on the cover

^!$$%z heard it's our label so snap out
^!$$%z try to cover the card table, they crap out
In Japan like I'm the man you lucky to know

Cause I be $#&@in' these hoes like, yo touchi yo toes





I spit game, it's real %#@! no riddles

Girls at the bar, meet me in the middle
Back that $$# up, shake it jus a little
Come on, show me something, make yo !@%$ jiggle

You gotta love the way I spit it cause my game is tight
Its Pretty Ugly, I'm the same boy yo friend like
Aint nuffin changed, I'm the %#@! baby, it's my time

Spit game, the boy papes, Royce Da 5'9



What in yo mind'll make you think my click would be trickin'?
Boom, I'm the bomb, (*##$, coz my dick'll be tickin'
We can split 50-50 stitches, paying for (*##$es

My lips strictly for sippin', they ain't for lickin'
Game - came for (*##$ now you swallow the doe
Glow - 'til I holla, 'til it 'aha' fall on the flo

I'm takin' this action, but you oughta know
That I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, but yo daughter's a hoe