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Some information about I Lyrics Title: Petey Pablo - I lyrics Artist: Petey Pablo Album: I Visitors: 4 visitors have visited I Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Petey] Man holla at ya dog Petey Petey hey yall hey yall Carolina bird dog still got my shirt off Still reppin for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw Still rockin with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh I got a different role different stroll Impose every nigga in here tryin best to fuck with Petey hoes I got em by the boat load dark skin to pink-toes Li l bitty to big hoe nineteen to forty-fo I got some 1965 pantyhose Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain t a macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck em fuck em send em home I gets my thug on weekends I get me club on we in So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own Petey-ott Petey swiss Petey inn Petey I (Petey I) MAN WE DID IT AGAIN [chorus] I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them stunts uh I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh [Petey] P-P-Pardon me dog Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar Its really a tittie bar but I ain t got no license for it I got the what they want Plenty H plenty O Plenty guns plenty bows Muthafucka chew ya road You ain t never seen this before But when this shit drop all she wrote International playa (yay ah) D-D-Deah ya go All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo Now watch me ball da-dunna-dunna Rims spinnin 20 s on all the cars da-dunna-dunna Every time we hit em they different broads da-dunna-dunna Now yall ain t ready I m the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash You don t hear the way ya disc jumpin across the track Nigga I m a jumpin ass Fist stomp I know you mad But ain t too much you can do bout that Cause I ll make em stop the track Tighten my belt and whoop y all ass Y all niggas gon understand why niggas don t wanna drop shit this year Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is [chorus] [Petey] I m the quicker picker-upper Crazy soda can crusher River rock path mobile home Country muthafucka Rep the dirty like a car commercial You ain t heard it pitchin Like the smell in the pasture I m the Cacky-lacky shit Tr-Tr-Trash talkin som bitch Trust me man I ain t the one to get mad at Petey Pab got a bag of vats And a gat if it come to that So nigga-nigga don t act like that playin Get a nigga smacked like that I m sayin Get a nigga wig pushed back DAMN Timbaland where ya at [Timbaland] In a 18-wheeler blowin my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn I said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade Bump it its 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say [chorus] Hottest songs from Petey Pablo : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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