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PG Hotline

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Cookie get a lot of dough!

Thick bitch, looking like a bowl of oatmeal

Shang Tsung, when they look, call it soul steal

Faux fur, I can tell you how this coat feel

Niggas think that I'm a pimp, but it's so real

Rhinoplasty, after splint, I can't see you, when I squint

Shaking ass, unbothered, with my bitches

He in love with my box, he a valentine

But it ain't full of chocolates, nigga

Give me neck, long ostrich, nigga

Do a test run, let me see yo fly fit, nigga

I'ma throw you in that mosh-pit, nigga

Keep my bumble gum, dat because I'm popping, nigga

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang

Oh, I'm just a pink bitch, gotta show my cleavage

Outta town, you can catch me at the freak-nik

I pull up whippin' something that you never seen, bitch

The guts on peanut butter, but the outside white, like semen

I want a Misfit, call my sissy, Nova

We kill, and leave no witness, No Jahova

A Pimpcess, so I gon' and hit up Zai'lyn

And then we rock our blonde hair, out in Thailand

I need some lovin' on my lips, sucking on my tits

I'm with yo nigga, he a Vibe, when he off a zip

They know that Pretty Gang the Icon Issue

They tryna another Purc, where the test tube?

Cookie want this nigga, that nigga, yo nigga

Like the glass full, I ain't fucking with no poor nigga

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang

And I got a croc on my bag, and it bite back

These hoes studying my style, I don't like that

Rap bitches eyeing me, like P-salm

These bitches panic when I come, tell 'em be calm

Bitch, I'm a killer when it come to this rap shit

Hoe where yo flow? We don't know, you cant rap, bitch

Bitch, I get my bread, want a loaf? Tell her tap-in

Sit it yo nigga, then I send him home packing

Like a booger in yo nose, bitches know better to pick me

Transvestite, cause the bags get switch-y

Not a blow-pop, but yo nigga tryna lick me

Bitch, yo mug nasty, ew, icky

Told him stay up off my phone, dog nigga tryna bone

Bitch, I stay up in some ice, and it cream off the cone

Bitch, I'm bad to bone, if you mad, make a song

But you still won't get my motherfucking crown, or my throne, bitch

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang

Bitches scanning on my page for the bar-code

While I'm chillin' on a island, tell 'em "Hi, Rhode"

I stay connected to the bars, I ain't gotta load

And in this rap game? Bitch, I'm on easy mode

Just like TG and Purc, I got to detox

Cause bitches talking hot shit, but up in Reebok's

PG in pink furs, we like flamingos

It's me, if amber show you missing, I don't mean rose

Meanwhile, we at a play, I ain't talkin 'bout toys

Its us, Jade, Milani, and we asking, "Where the boys?"

I got some niggas from the Chi, up in the Illinois

So if you want the static, all I hear is white noise

Southern bitches, know this ass straight from Texas

Not a groupie, but, tell him bring his best-est

I'm a felon on the beat, come arrest this

Hit me on his hotline, just to sex this

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang

They said Pretty Gang ain't running shit? Man, they slow as hell

I brought my body, back in school, when we had show-and-tell

They say my pussy like crack, but, I don't even sell

In-love with my bars, pussy ho, I don't want your bail

It's a Pretty Gang party, throw it back, ho

How the fuck you drop two disses, and they both was wack, ho?

Went from the pretty pink range, to the black Cadillac, you up in that Pontiac, looking sad, ho

I understand that I'm the shit, I ain't acting funny

Sipping on sugar-iced tea, might take a pack of honey

Bucket body ass bitch, all ya raps chummy

Whole school know you look a fool, you the class dummy

Give a lot of sex, I mean, what did you expect?

You can't fuck with me, when the last time you got checked?

Out of all the groups, Pretty Gang the best

PG Hotline, call us up, or send a text

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