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Pretty Willie - Na Na lyrics
Intro] you ready, don't you know dawg? J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me Suella (laughing) This is for all y'all, look Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm arrogant or somethin' Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy That's how we do it up herre You know what I'm sayin, look [Verse] Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black truck and blinged up Big bucks must be made and not truss No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action When it comes to freakin' women I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin' Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily) The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me) Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums) I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth But for them haters that didn't want it yo this one's for you (I'm like) [Chorus: 2x] Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa) Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa) I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta' Got cr×me, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever [Verse] It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats) Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that (that) Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine Makazumas line up in a single-file line Ready to hit it hot (hold up) That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu What you would, chill and freeze, boy please Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete [Chorus] [Verse] There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way, no way, no way [Chorus] [*Pretty Willie talking*] (laughing) yea Republic, Universal, D2 Frontline come on! [Chorus to end] |
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