Petty Lyrics - E-40

Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty Frivolous 

I'm handling my scrill and my fetti, privileges 

Only smoke gas not no reggie (power) 

Broccoli, organic veggies (sour) 

Send him to hell not to heaven 

Go through the Tell I need four fifty seven 

Somebody call the ambulambs and the reverend 

Teach a fuck nigga a valuable lesson 

Scorpio thats my astrology (Forty!) 

My Rover a autobiography (Dori!) 

Oyster perpetual presi (Ching!) 

The essences all up in my bezi (Bling!) 

Plug rock bitch, gold digging hoe 

All up in the fortune with your best friends clothes 

Always starting something you a messy ass hoe 

Lil groupie ass bitch on the stage at the shows 

As far as these niggas they petty too (irrelevant) 

They hate on real niggas like me and you (relevant) 

They jealous conniving and sneaky (shiesty) 

Don't wanna be them wanna be me (icey) 

See me on TV all over the net 

They heart full of envy butthurt and upset 

They pockets is pennies my pockets a check 

You say you my enemy I'm at your neck 

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Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty 

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Awww shit 

I guess I'm the one that they hate now 

You bitches is played out 

I made it ain't got shit to say now 

You bitches is spaced out 

I made my own way out the Bay now 

So my crib is way out 

You bitches still riding the greyhound 

I pull up in race now 

I got big money, all facts 

Petty bitches can fall back 

Got a Benz yeah I bought that 

And I been the shit yeah I'm all that 

Loan money I got tall stacks 

I can stand on it I can land on it 

I got bands homie, rubber bands on it 

Yeah I got head cause I planned on it 

I'm the realest chick to ever do this shit 

From the West Coast now I run this shit 

I'm the same one that y'all keep on talking bout 

But ain't fuckin wit 

Trick on me but that talk is cheap 

Cause y'all sneak dissing on some sucka shit 

Kamaiyah be my name hoe 

When you speak on me say my government 

Don't be petty bitch 

Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, Petty 

Most of these bitches is petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty 

Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty