Pretty Girlz

Lyrics

[Intro] (KITSCHKRIEG) [Chorus: Fridayy] I think I'm out of love I think I had enough I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you I think I had enough, ooh [Verse 1: J.I the Prince of N.Y] Crocodile skin on my feet I can still taste your body, got your skin on my teeth Posted on your block, I see nobody down our street Posted on her block, she got me feelin' like a creep I wanna tell you where I'm from, but you should hear it in my voice Before I fix a heart I didn't break, I make a choice The way you roll your tongue, I might just put you in a Royce Who got you movin' different? Give some credit to the boy, I might need it Intelligent and elegant 'til they call me conceited Don't need no clothes, I know a pretty body when I see it Got me overthinkin', I'm just someone else, she's teasin' You almost have me out of love Almost had me throwin' slugs And I can't name a single girl that I trust I keep trippin' off these bitches when, deep down, I know I don't really need 'em, no, no [Chorus: Fridayy] I think I'm out of love I think I had enough I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you I think I had enough, ooh [Verse 2: J.I the Prince of N.Y] Now I'm hidin' in her closet 'cause her boyfriend just came home Shh, you can hear him speakin' if you listen close "Bitch, who's in my crib when I left you alone? Called you seven different times and you didn't pick up your phone Why the fuck do I smell Versace cologne?" All I heard was— then he opened the door Then I went like— and now he on the floor Took his weapon out his hand and hit him in his jaw I can't even blame this girl 'cause he was on some sucker shit You said he was comin' home next week, so what the fuck was this? This would've never happened if I never came inside your crib Get your hands off of me, shawty, I gotta fuckin' dip Life isn't a game, ain't no referees, ain't no timeout It hurts 'cause somebody's mother gon' cry when they find out Your son should've never came in the crib with his 9 out Now I'm speedin' through the highway, hold up, timeout [Chorus: Fridayy] I think I'm out of love I think I had enough I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you I think I had enough, ooh