Jalon Brown - Pretty Things Lyrics

Don't buy my girly pretty things, don't buy her any diamond rings, that's my job and you
Ain't gonna 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 motherfucker
If you keep some photos of her, you'll see

One, two, three, four
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand, pistol whip like a 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"

Whoa, "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 a 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"