Prettyboy Col - CIRCA 2001 Lyrics

Slip on the beat you know that it's fly
Prettyboy Col with HazeySkies
Smokin some dope we tryna get high
Making the beats, y'all shouldn't even try
Makin' my tees, making' the fits
Rockin' the denim, f*ckin' your bitch
Prettyboy lit but he act like a kid
Somebody grab him before he get slit
Ain't even playing I'll kick his damn ass
He look like a bitch, make everyone laugh
Wearing the converse like a white bitch
But he got hoes and they all kinda rich
Dolce Gabbana all over me
Somebody get these hoes all off of me
Rolling the herb we smokin' on tree
Smoke with crew smokin' til three
Somebody get these hoes all off of me
Somebody get these hoes all off of me
Look at the clock I'm rollin til 6
She lovin' the beats, she lovin' the drip
I'm making the waves we always get lit
Back in the dorm, she suckin' the dick
Headed to class I'm seeing her face
She lookin at me but I needed space
If it's going down I'm catching a case
Rockin her body all over the place
Ride in the whip she smokin' on dope
5 percent tint on the windows
2001 you know how it goes
I'm living the life 'cause I got the ropes
I'm getting the cash and gettin the neck
But I don't need body I just like checks
With a new hottie, you know the rest
Feelin like Scotty, jumping through nets
Somebody get these hoes all off of me
Somebody get these hoes all off of me