Lyrics Pretty Bracelet (OG Version) - Nessly

Full Margiela wardrobe, toes to the torso, like an award show
Niggas got the least, they do the most though
Pouring up codeine, like I got a motherfucking sore throat
I just hit your bitch right, now she want my horoscope
I just cut the top off, its looking like a horror show
All my bros kept it real with me from day one
I got gifts for everybody like the Oprah show

Twinkle Twinkle little pretty bracelet on my wrist
Sorry I couldn't control myself around your bitch
Took her on a trip, she ain't use your permission slip
That's your dollar, you know that she dime me every time you dip

That's my bitch now

That's my bitch now, that's my hoe now
Nigga hating, calling, texting on my phone,
Complaining, nigga better slow your role down
You told me she was faithful, but she seen a little paper
Like my shows, and now she sold out
Let your girlfriend rock a little bit of ice round her neck
Now the bitch running around acting cold now
I turn your soul mate to a slut,
She always say how you love her so much
I cannot comprehend none of these bitches
They bitches with boyfriends, come over to fuck

Twinkle Twinkle little pretty bracelet on my wrist
Sorry I couldn't control myself around your bitch
Took her on a trip, she ain't use your permission slip
That's your dollar, you know that she dime me every time you dip