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Paroles de la chanson Pretty Girlz par KitschKrieg

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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

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 the street
Posted on her block, she got me feeling 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 moving different, got 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 overthinking, I'm just someone else, she's teasing

You almost have me out of love
Almost had me throwing 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

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

Now I'm hiding in her closet 'cause her boyfriend just came home
Shhh - you can hear him speaking 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 *click click* then he open the door
Then I went like, *bang!* 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 coming 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 fucking dip
Life isn't a game, ain't no referees, ain't no time out
It hurts cause somebody's mother gonna cry when they find out
Your son should have never came in the crib with his nine out
Now I'm speeding through the highway, hold on, time out

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

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