Song Lyrics

Pretty little thang, you
Wish I could claim you
Second finger ring you
New last name you
Happy that you came through, overjoyed
And the dress you got on, oh my Lord
You say you'll never be tied down
You're very sexual
You say you can't be with one man
They'll never let you go
Out with your friends just to have a good time
Niggas try to holler 'cause you're just that fine
In my mind, I'm like, "she's going from man to man"
Long as I'm getting mine, shit, I can't complain
Let me see how far this thing go
Throw on my Kangol
Don't know if she's a dream queen
Or she's just a skank ho
Buy the whole pie or cut a whole slice
Be with her rest of my life or f*ck the ho twice
She shaped like an hour glass
I wish I was that nigga she come home to
Let her look through my phone too
But she gon' do what she wanna do
Kiss and hug another brother right in front of you
Come on, lil' mama, you need to choose
'Cause I know you're tired of being used

Pretty little thang, you
You say that no nigga could ever tame you
But still, bitch, you go and you let him bang you
End up with nothing, not even thank you
What a damn shame, pretty little thang, you
You need to slow down
Pretty little thang, you
'Cause to me, you're so fine

You need to lower your speed
I know that you're free
But don't let him treat you like a whore or a B
You got your whole life ahead of ya
Instead of the regular fellas that you settle for
You on the gas pedal for? Pump your brakes
That trunk'll make a nigga wanna pay you to back it up
Fill it and pack it up
But it's your thang and I can't tell you who to
Sock it to, so go 'head girl, boot up
I'm glad that I'm richer
Thad said he hit ya
I thought it was a rumor
That nigga Thad had pictures
But anything could happen when you get drunk like you do
Long as they got liquor, niggas can scoop you in a hoodoo
Drink like a fish, men have their nets
Then bettin' kin, trynna win on a bet
Sayin' who's gonna hit you first
And leave with a wet pussy and an empty purse
Is it thirst or attention?
Who knows? But a few hoes are bringing back bitches
I'll still get the digits even if she's on her cycle
Take some hot head like Michael

Pretty little thang, you
You say that no nigga could ever tame you
But still, bitch, you go and you let him bang you
End up with nothing, not even thank you
What a damn shame, pretty little thang, you
You need to slow down
Pretty little thang, you
'Cause to me, you're so fine

I want to love you
But I can't
'Cause you left, came back, and your cock stank
Then you got bank, all your money gone
Got these grizzly bears licking on your honey comb
Sun is gone down and you're walking the streets
Making new friends with con men, talking to freaks
That's your life and you live it fast
Getting cash? Must be in the stash
Just askin' 'cause in case you wanna go half with
Laugh with some naive bastard after
You've been with so many men like 50
But if you want a quickie, you can hit me real swiftly
I still get me a hard hat 'fore I pop that
Finest bitch I ever saw, would go raw? F*ck that
But holler if it's going down
Unless you're thinkin' 'bout slowing down

Pretty little thang, you
You say that no nigga could ever tame you
But still, bitch, you go and you let him bang you
End up with nothing, not even thank you
What a damn shame, pretty little thang, you
You need to slow down
Pretty little thang, you
'Cause to me, you're so fine

Devin Copeland, Robert Mcqueen

The duration of Pretty Little Thang You is 4:34 minutes and seconds.