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Artiste : KitschKrieg
Titre : Pretty Girlz
K-K-K-KITSCHKRIEG

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

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 the street
Posted on her block, she got me feeling 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 moving different, got 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 overthinking, I´m just someone else, she´s teasing

You almost have me out of love
Almost had me throwing 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

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

Now I´m hiding in her closet ´cause her boyfriend just came home
Shhh - you can hear him speaking 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 *click click* then he open the door
Then I went like, *bang!* 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 coming 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 fucking dip
Life isn´t a game, ain´t no referees, ain´t no time out
It hurts cause somebody´s mother gonna cry when they find out
Your son should have never came in the crib with his nine out
Now I´m speeding through the highway, hold on, time out

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