Petty Too歌词
作曲 : Durk Banks/Future/Roderick Hughey/Broderick Hughey/Adarsh Mani
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Who made this sh*t, Pharaoh?)
He got caught with a b I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' b on him, he thinking with his d*ck, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my bes with the guys
I got bes who I f**k and they got names, but I can't brag
I'm a heavy hitter, you wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her
B*tches cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I'm not petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Back to Miami, got her *ss on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches hoes who sell they lean card for they micros
I be in the trump, stuffing my Runtz up with my white hoes
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty *ss
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it, yeah, Pluto, woo)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
Cutting off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a body
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Sub twins, soon as we catch up, nine dollar
Whack that n*gg*, have his family writing me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get mop from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young ho twenty-two, she don't keep it P, I'ma f**k her mama
She ain't just for the street, these hoes for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These hoes poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a dead beat when I bought my daughter a Birkin
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
Uh, uh, uh
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(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Who made this sh*t, Pharaoh?)
He got caught with a b I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' b on him, he thinking with his d*ck, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my bes with the guys
I got bes who I f**k and they got names, but I can't brag
I'm a heavy hitter, you wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her
B*tches cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I'm not petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Back to Miami, got her *ss on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches hoes who sell they lean card for they micros
I be in the trump, stuffing my Runtz up with my white hoes
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty *ss
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it, yeah, Pluto, woo)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
Cutting off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a body
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Sub twins, soon as we catch up, nine dollar
Whack that n*gg*, have his family writing me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get mop from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young ho twenty-two, she don't keep it P, I'ma f**k her mama
She ain't just for the street, these hoes for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These hoes poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a dead beat when I bought my daughter a Birkin
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, b*tch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
B*tch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (b*tch, let's get it)
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