Them pretty chicks keep making a fuss
Of how rich they are
Them pretty chicks keep messing with us
Cause we do nothing about it
And, yea, they talk trash
making me feel real self conscious
Them pretty chicks are brash
And if I could
I'd jack them up good
Those Pretty Chicks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sound like it's time to open up a can of whip-arse