More songs by Dee Mula
Description
Producer: Honcho Denaro
Recording Engineer: Zboy the Man
A& R: Jae Brown
Aand Rcoordinator: Sundhya Alter
Aand Radministrator: Gabrielle Rosen
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Clay “Krucial’ Perry III
Composer Lyricist: David Hayes
Lyrics and translation
Original
Honcho Denaro on that
Met this fine lil' bitch, said she a nail tech'
Do lash on weekends, barely go outside
She been savin' up, bookin' her own trips
Don't need a trick if you trickin'
That shit'll be extra, she super bad
Takin' care her kids on her own, I come like super dad
Treat her kids like they mine
When we fuck, I take my time
Get in her spine, show me it's mine
Show me it's mine
And when we fuckin', we can shoot a movie
We do shit we never did before
Penthouse did it big before
I scratch off hair, cash, she ain't get back
I throw this bitch in sport
Playin' in that pussy, this ain't for no boy
This a grown man toy, this a grown man choice
Outta town, we on the beat, she got her own passport
Skipped Miami and went to Bali
Out the liquor, losin' balance
I'ma catch you if you fall
Take care of you like your dad, like your -
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
Girl, you pretty, girl, you fine (I'm talkin' 'bout fine as fuck, damn)
You pretty, girl, you fine (fine as fuck)
(Hey) you pretty, girl, you fine (come on)
You pretty, girl, you fine (look here)
You pretty, girl, you fine (shit)
You pretty, girl, you fine (whoo!)
Girl, you pretty, girl, you fine (fine as fuck, man, damn)
You pretty, girl, you fine (I'm talkin' 'bout fine as fuck)
And I love when she get dressed (girl, you fine)
This bitch get fine as fuck
Her toes pretty
Like how she walk, look at her
Know she bad, can get whatever
All her friends pretty
They got bottles comin'
Sign sayin', "Real bad bitches"
Look at all them mad bitches
Hatin' 'cause they got ass missin'
And she ain't got no BBL, booty soft as cushion
Pussy wet and gushin', we fuckin' or tussin'
In the front or back, fresh out the shower
My stomach, she pushin'
Tryna get it out, but I'm goin' deep for different routes
Green light, I speed up
Yellow light, like slow it down
Red light, she like, "Stop"
Goddamn, baby, fuck
Can't be fuckin' this lil' bitch like this
I might have this bitch stuck
Plus, I might get too attached
And let this lil' bitch keep my neck
Girl, what's up? (Girl, you fine)
Uh, I'm sayin', "So what's up?" (What's up?) Huh, what's up?
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine (you fine)
(Girl, you fine) stuffed like a turkey, I go deep and dig in it
Pussy wet like water, drippin' this shit, left my kids in it
Niggas mad 'cause she on me bad, some' she never had
I buy bags, give her what she like
I ain't stiff with this cash (girl, you fine)
Niggas ain't built for that ass, girl, I love you
You get what you want if you loyal
More than what you want, I'll spoil you
Take care of that pussy, have you in a choker
Spittin' in her mouth, I'm toxic
Babe, I hope you don't lose focus
(Girl, you fine, you fine)
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
You pretty, girl, you fine
Girl, you pretty, girl, you fine