Jalon Brown - Pretty Things Lyrics

Don't buy my girlie pretty things, don't buy her any diamond rings
That's my job and you ain't gon' take it from me
Maybe I said it too aggressive, but I'm just so damn possessive
(And a bit overprotective, golly)
Maybe you will not get the message, so I may just have to text it
You've got model-like complexion, why she wants me is complexing, but
She's mine all mine and you're a sucker
I'm a dirty motherf****r, if you keep some photos of her
You'll see
(1, 2, 3, 4…)
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand
Pistol whip like the chain of command
Teach you a lesson while I'm doing my dance
Now, baby boy, you don't stand a chance
A baseball bat and a couple of wipes
To clean the prints up at the end of the night
If you hear this song hope it gives you a fright
My man
(My man, my man)
Now I love my baby so
Just how much, I do not know
But more than I could ever show to you
But if I'm in town or you're in mine
And you look me in the eyes
I'll make sure you lose your sight
Man, screw you
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand
Pistol whip like the chain of command
Teach you a lesson while I'm doing my dance
Now, baby boy, you don't stand a chance
A baseball bat and a couple of wipes
To clean the prints up at the end of the night
If you hear this song hope it gives you a fright
My man

Don't buy my girlie pretty things, don't buy her any diamond rings
That's my job and you ain't gon' take it from me
Maybe I said it too aggressive, but I'm just so damn possessive
(And a bit overprotective, golly)
Maybe you will not get the message, so I may just have to text it
You've got model-like complexion, why she wants me is complexing, but
She's mine all mine and you're a sucker
I'm a dirty motherf****r, if you keep some photos of her
You'll see
(1, 2, 3, 4…)
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand
Pistol whip like the chain of command
Teach you a lesson while I'm doing my dance
Now, baby boy, you don't stand a chance
A baseball bat and a couple of wipes
To clean the prints up at the end of the night
If you hear this song hope it gives you a fright
My man
(My man, my man)
Now I love my baby so
Just how much, I do not know
But more than I could ever show to you
But if I'm in town or you're in mine
And you look me in the eyes
I'll make sure you lose your sight
Man, screw you
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand
Pistol whip like the chain of command
Teach you a lesson while I'm doing my dance
Now, baby boy, you don't stand a chance
A baseball bat and a couple of wipes
To clean the prints up at the end of the night
If you hear this song hope it gives you a fright
My man