Pretty Boy Mansion Party lyrics

by

Cartier God



[domd]
I hit her with [?] ima empty the [?]
Yo b*tch on my di*k ima bust on her face
Young pretty boy d mixin blood in my drank
If it ain't about guap im like what did you say
I hop in the foreign i always get away
Cast a spell on my wrist n*gga [?]
I just hopped off a plane
Now i just shot her in the face
SRT bout to [?]
I hit the bust down [?]
Cry blood tears, cry blood rain
I’m too powered up these f*ck n*ggas can't stand me
Hit yo b*tch from the back now she walkin like granny
Big ass Glock that sh*t come in handy
f*ckin wit gang i put a hex on em
[?] wit a reaper billy and mandy
I walk wit a choppa eat em just like candy
[?]
Pretty boy d rockin out marilyn manson
[?] handsome
I shot at em n*ggas started dancin
[?] pretty boy mansion

[cartier]
I stepped into the prеtty boy mansion
These b*tches all on mе these b*tches they dancin
I hopped out the foreign [?]
I got 20/20 but i need some glasses
I got all this work but i dont got no classes
And just like im movin you know i put package
Lil shawty she shakin it like we in [?]
Cast a love spell now she [?]
The cartier god im based world trappin
Tiny ass pants [?]
Takin [?]
Im makin it happen no i can't imagine
Just like im swipin im makin transaction
b*tch i be pipin i can’t be romantic
Im on the go like [?]
Im on yo ho because she nasty
I just be trappin to trap
Been stashin money all under my mattress
[?]
I ride with the stick in the front of the backseat
Ima shoot first now you run like a track meat
These n*ggas is tellin they [?]
Watch em get popped just like some addy
n*ggas be jealous they b*tches be at me
n*ggas is going out sadly
The pretty boy mansion they callin me daddy
Feel like [?] i might pull up in caddy
The pretty boy mansion yeah i got the addy
b*tches be suckin like they were maggie
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