paroles de chanson Petty - Obie Trice
Who
do
it
hotter
in
Prada?
I
ain′t
from
N.Y.,
do
it
+M-Y
Way+,
so
Sinatra
You
know
my
{?}
not
proper
for
the
Oscars
But
I
opt
out
for
the
Oxfords
in
the
Oxford
...
Ha
ha,
that
hurts
Some'n
by
this
oar
got
′em
tippin
they
fedoras
Got
the
ladies
bein
whores
cause
we're
ballin
out
stores
I
coordinate
on
e'rything
I
wore
So
ladies
know
him
now
say,
"That
was
him
before"
Fresh
as
the
core
in
my
Christian
Diors
[Chorus]
[Obie
Trice]
Got
me
smellin
like
Chanel
Well,
that′s
my
female,
shorty
gets
that
mail
In
them
transparent
90-millimeter
heels
In
them
Red
Bottoms
showin
off
them
Christian
Lou-B′s
Heels...
that's
real
E-e-e′rything
'bout
her
scream
Dolce
& Gabanna
With
the
bowlin
ball
bag
showin
out
at
Caribana
Lil′
mama,
she
a
stunner
Tweed
dress
on,
no
panties
up
under
Catch
her
on
Queens
Street
ballin
at
the
boutiques,
holla
[Chorus]
[Obie
Trice]
BME,
Black
Market
Entertainment
Obie
Trice
(Obie
Trice,
Obie
Trice)
New
shit...
so
bent
Guess
the
man
lucky,
she
ain't
glam
luxury
We
as
a
couple
get
+Fresher+
than
Douglas
E.
Double
up
on
my
duds
where
the
logos
be
So
Polo
duplicate
on
me,
guess
that′s
why
they
hate
Obie
They
can
see
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I'm
petty
{*4X*}
1 Bottoms Up Intro
2 Crazy
3 Hell Yea
4 Ups & Downs
5 My Time
6 Petty
7 Spend the Day
8 Lebron On
9 Battle Cry
10 Richard
11 I Pretend
12 Going No Where
13 Secrets
14 Dear Lord
15 BME Up
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