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U-God - Go Get Pretty Like Me lyrics
[Intro: U-God]
 Yeah, this one right here
 Is for those fly motherfuckers
 All those motherfuckers get money
 All those money makers
 When you look in the mirror
 And you confident, your cologne is on right
 You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin'
 You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin'
 It's all like this, go get pretty like me
 [U-God]
 I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
 Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze
 Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
 The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
 Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
 Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant
 Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
 Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
 See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
 Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
 Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
 I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
 After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
 We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
 The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
 She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers
 [Chorus: U-God]
 There's no one in the city like me
 No one gets gritty like me, homey
 Big wheels spinnin' on D'sU-God - Go Get Pretty Like Me - http://motolyrics.com/u-god/go-get-pretty-like-me-lyrics.html
 Go get pretty like me, Goldie
 You're messin' with a real O.G.
 Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey
 No one gets gritty like me, Goldie
 Go get pretty like me
 [U-God]
 In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
 Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
 Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
 Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
 Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
 The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
 Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
 Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
 You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
 In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
 Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
 My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
 Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
 With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
 Getting that paper, is my motivation
 In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby
[Chorus]
 [Hook 2X: U-God]
 Don't fuck with my bitches
 Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
 Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie
[Chorus to fade]









