She's Pretty Like
L.U.S.T Lyrics

Yeah, this one right here
U-God is introducing the song

Is for those fly motherfuckers
The song is dedicated to stylish people

All those motherfuckers get money
These people are also wealthy

When you look in the mirror
U-God is addressing the audience directly

And you confident, your cologne is on right
He's complimenting people who feel good about themselves and smell good

You smelling good, you know what I'm sayin'
He's emphasizing the importance of smelling good

You ready to go out on the town, know what I'm sayin'
When you feel good, you're ready to go out and have a good time

It's all like this, go get pretty like me
U-God is telling people to follow his example and look good

I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
U-God is name-dropping expensive brands he wears

Please, sunset wind blows, pictures in the breeze
He's painting a picture of a beautiful sunset and breezy atmosphere

Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
He's wearing flashy diamond cufflinks

The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
U-God loves his gold L.A. Lakers chain

Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
U-God is unapologetic about his success and ignores his haters

Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they can't
He's saying he has the power to create and buy things others can't

Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
He has expensive art and drinks expensive champagne (Rémy Martin)

Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
He's describing a romantic moment while dancing the tango

See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
He sees an attractive Latina woman holding a rosary

Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
He's holding her close and has enough wealth to not worry about scuffing his Gucci shoes.

Throw money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
He's throwing money at a prostitute and having sex in his Range Rover

I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
He's describing his sexual encounter and referencing the type of leather on the car seats

After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
They ate sushi with chopsticks after having sex

We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
U-God and the woman had a great time touring the Grand Canyon and going back to his mansion with a tropical setup

The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
His mansion was luxurious, having a marble and waterfall construction, and multiple walk-in closets

She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers
She turned him on and had him stripped down to his underwear

There's no one in the city like me
U-God believes he's unique

No one gets gritty like me, homey
He's saying he has a certain style that cannot be duplicated

Big wheels spinning' on D's
He has big tires for his car

Go get pretty like me, Goldie
He's encouraging everyone to keep up with his level of style

You're messing with a real O.G.
He's declaring himself a real OG (original gangster)

Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey
He's warning people that they'll see the consequences of messing with him

In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
He's traveling in a Rolls Royce wearing vintage clothing like a mobster

Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
He's paying homage to legendary singer Frank Sinatra

Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
U-God is dressing like a man of culture by wearing a suit to the opera but still instills a sense of power and confidence

Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
He's describing the decor of his home

Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
He's saying he sees through fake people and will expose them

The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
He's a lady's man and the icing on the cake just adds to everything he has

Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
He commands a lot of power, wealth and property

Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
He's saying he has good taste, even in the cigarettes he smokes

You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
U-God is telling other artists to step up their game

In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
He's being abusive towards women in a moment of machismo

Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
He's making a reference of tough guy behavior being part of being a rapper

My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
He's comparing himself to the great Sammie Davis Jr. and is asking for donations

Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
He likes women of different ethnicities

With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
He's describing sexually attractive women

Getting that paper, is my motivation
Money is his motivator

In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby
He has a lot of control and power

Don't fuck with my bitches
U-God is warning people to stay away from his women

Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
He's threatening violence towards anyone who interferes with his women

Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie
He's ending the song on a flashy note