P.Y.B. Lyrics

[Intro: Mic Anthony]
Pretty young bitch don't kill my vibe
Pretty young bitch don't kill my vibe
Pretty young bitch don't kill my vibe
Pretty young bitch don't kill my vibe
She wasn't ready to go
Girl I'm just letting you
My life is outta control
Girl is you ready to blow

[Verse 1: Relay]
Brown thing on the jock like whoa now
Breaks necks everytime we hit the whole town
Straight stuttin guarenteed to tear the show down
Runs game but it's nothing when a pro's round
Baby looking like a snack though
Slim waist with that ass yo
Only focus is the cash flow
Up in Houston like the Astros
I'm lovin those southern chicks
Feminine but known to buss it quick
Bad as hell, put her on punishment
She know my name and my government
Slim thick dime
Let's sip wine
You can't trip fine
Take sick time
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I wanna get right
I wanna hit right
I wanna sit tight
I wanna get right
Like right after midnight
Like ride if your shit tight I wanna get right
I wanna hit right
I wanna sip wine
I wanna get right
Like right after midnight
Like right after midnight

[Verse 2: James Major]
Hit me in the evening, you can stay for the weekend
Your love got me feigning
You say I'm the one you believe in
Stay fly, new shit that I'm seen in
I know a baddie with a fatty live in Cali
She tryna get at me
She love my vibe, wanna ride
Pull up to the crib wanna come inside
Don't blow my high, while I'm on the grind
You can sit down and sip the wine
I'm just of a different kind
Type of nigga you can get behind
Dime pieces all different kinds
Slim thick with the bbls
Come to my show to the front row
I guarantee you can see me well
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I wanna get right
I wanna hit right
I wanna sit tight
I wanna get right
Like right after midnight
Like ride if your shit tight
I wanna get right
I wanna hit right
I wanna sip wine
I wanna get right
Like right after midnight
Like right after midnight

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