Pretty Girls Lyrics

R. Kelly

Y'all know what this is Now would be a good time to start bobbin' your heads Kels an' it an' it
Excuse me, Miss, don't mean to interrupt But you're the hottest chick in this club The way you shake your ass to this beat It's like your booty got dancin' feet
I wanna take you home in my Hummer Jeep All over me while you ridin' the beep beep I just really wanna taste your ice cream It's the weekend, baby, I got the boom tease
Go on, girl, the way you do me This is somethin' like a fantasy You're that girl from the magazine BET or MTV
So baby, let me take you to my ecstasy Pull up to the club on them 23's Girl, you've got that shit in your hips That make me wanna spend money
Pretty girls I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone Pretty girls, the single ones We wanna take you home, c'mon Pretty girls, let's go
Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie Or short like the barrel on that baby 380 Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame From the Coupe to the big Mercedes
Christmas day these groundhogs stay with the cash An' the black card don't got no max Fall, back, blow on some Merikesh hash With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had
How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks? Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes Fuckin' up your lungs, puffin' that homegrown You should be with us cuttin' in Hong Kong
Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon Guys, your girls say, “Shawn, very long” So if you ain't afraid of catchin' a love jones Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch, get in the zone, c'mon
Pretty girls I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone Pretty girls, the single ones We wanna take you home, c'mon Pretty girls, let's go
Tell me what you're drinkin' at the bar, ma I'm gonna buy, ma, anybody tell you you's a star, ma? You remind me of my car, ma, no ignition I start the Coupe up from the kitchen
My pretty girls get plenty attention When it come to sex, get plenty of inches We shop like we all broke detention Club like we at a alcoholic's convention
Hit the 'tel with two chicks an' she with it Mama got down like the flo' when she did it Pretty girls, keep shakin' ass now, mama This party is not over
Pretty girls I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone Pretty girls, the single ones We wanna take you home, c'mon Pretty girls, let's go
What's your name, what city you represent, ma? Where the hands on all the pretty girls, ma? For the players an' the hustlers in the club now An' all my niggaz that be sippin' pimp juice now
Pretty girls I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone Pretty girls, the single ones We wanna take you home, c'mon Pretty girls, let's go

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