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Kitschkrieg Fridayy Y Ji The Prince Of Ny - 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