My Guy Pretty Like A Girl Lyrics


My Guy Pretty Like A Girl Lyrics By Frank Ocean. My guy pretty like a girl And he got fight stories to tell I see both sides like Chanel See on both sides like Chanel Swimmin’ laps through pool water Heated like I’m underworld.

My Guy Pretty Like A Girl Lyrics

My guy pretty like a girlAnd he got fight stories to tellI see both sides like ChanelSee on both sides like ChanelSwimmin’ laps through pool waterHeated like I’m underworldHide my tattoos in ShibuyaPolice think I’m of the underworld12 treat a ni^^a like he twelveHow you lookin’ up to me and talkin’ down? (Yeah)Can’t you see I am the big man? (Big man)God level, I am the I am (Woah)Now film it with that drone cam, in the pink like k^lla CamPut a zoom on that stick, Noé, up so close I’m on that k^llRemote controller on your lower back, yes, the goodDick could roll the eyes back in the skullRollin’ when you ride, poppin’Rollin’ when you ride, ride the RodmanGot one that’s straight actin’Turnt out like some dirty plastic (Ride)2016: burnt some discs (Dope)2017: ideas playin’ off a WalkmanThis a cult, not a clique on the netWith a cup in a cup, ActavisThat’s a double edge, “issa knife” (Knife)And I don’t like to fight ’til I’m fightin’ (Fightin’)Revenge in the air makes my lungs sickChopper in the sky like a gun trick (Pow)Clips on clips like Mikey (Hello)It’s really all

I see both sides like ChanelSee on both sides like Chanel

It’s really you on my mindIt’s really you on my mindIt’s really youIt’s really you on my mind

V both sides of the 12Steam both sides of the LFreeze smoke rings and they hailSleet snow grind for the wealthWhole team diamonds is realShowed ’em how to shine by theirselvesYou need a cosign for your healthI need that bi^^h to grind on my beltI know you need to try for my beltI know you seen it drivin’ itselfNo matte black on the ride ’cause it’s staleBut it’s stealth

I see both sides like ChanelI see both sides like Chanel

My pockets snug, they can’t hold my 7They banned my Visa, my Amex and MastercardsI got new money, and it’s all cashI got new bags, and they all collabsI rubber band a bunch of thousand-dollar Delta gift cards(I mean my baby bi)Amazing, the cash online unknown(I mean my baby bi)Blazin’ the dash, countin’ money at homeMy pockets snug, they can’t hold my 7They banned my Visa, my Amex and MastercardsI got new money, and it’s all cashI got new bags, and they all collabsI rubber band a bunch of thousand-dollar Delta gift cards(I mean my baby bi)Amazing, the cash online unknown(I mean my baby bi)Blazin’ the dash, countin’ money at home

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