letra de petty - fbg young
[intro: fbg young]
huh? godumb
you so petty (levi, you crazy)
girl, you know you petty
[pre-chorus: fbg young]
she got a fake gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (goofy)
vvs fugazi, boy, you know that sh-t ain’t real
i’m a real n-gga, so i’ma keep it real
see you flexin’ in your fendi, but you knowin’ that sh-t ain’t real
[chorus: fbg young]
you so petty, boy, you know you petty
you so petty, your diamonds so fugazi
you so petty and you be chiefin’ reggie
you so petty, you petty, you petty, you petty
[verse 1: fbg cash]
i’m tired of these n-ggas (what?), why they always lyin’? (stupid dummy)
i was doin’ time somewhere while they was droppin’ dimes (let’s get it)
i ain’t tryna hear that f-ckery
a real n-gga, so your b-tch can’t gеt enough of me (not cash)
statin’ facts, girl, that prada purse fugazi (fufu)
hеrmès belt, swap-o-rama (fufu), that amaze me (what?)
you ain’t foreign, b-tch, you borin’, what you talkin’ ’bout? (and now we laughin’)
them ain’t gucci, goofy, them ain’t never comin’ out
you so petty, how the h-ll you get in with those? (like what?)
fake n-ggas, i could never be no friends with those (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i ain’t petty, b-tch, i do it like a boss (a g)
your main b-tch on my d-ck, how ’bout you tell her to get off? (get lost, get lost, get lost)
you petty b-tch, get lost, gang
[pre-chorus: fbg young]
she got a fake gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (goofy)
vvs fugazi, boy, you know that sh-t ain’t real
i’m a real n-gga, so i’ma keep it real
see you flexin’ in your fendi, but you knowin’ that sh-t ain’t real
[chorus: fbg young]
that sh-t so petty (uh-huh), boy, you know you petty
you so petty (let’s get it), your diamonds so fugazi (it’s younggodumb)
you so petty and you be chiefin’ reggie (b-tch, it’s younggodumb)
you so petty (clout boyz), you petty, you petty, you petty
[verse 2: fbg young]
boss city young and these n-ggas know that (boss city)
you say you gettin’ money (huh?), your instagram don’t show that (goofy)
every time i come around, it’s gettin’ ‘nat kodak (no pictures please)
but i’m clutchin’ on the .40, please don’t make me blow that (brrlah)
and your purse gettin’ ‘nat “unh-uh”
and your shoes gettin’ ‘nat “h-ll no”
where you get them gucci’s from?
’cause they don’t sell them in the store (no, no)
and you chiefin’ on that reggie
dopey-dope is all we smoke (no, no)
hoola hoop pass in the room
might pass your ho, she do the folks, let’s get it
[pre-chorus: fbg young]
she got a fake gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (goofy)
vvs fugazi, boy, you know that sh-t ain’t real
i’m a real n-gga, so i’ma keep it real
see you flexin’ in your fendi, but you knowin’ that sh-t ain’t real
[chorus: fbg young]
that sh-t so petty, boy, you know you petty
you so petty, your diamonds so fugazi
you so petty and you be chiefin’ reggie
you so petty, you petty, you petty, you petty
letras aleatórias
- letra de #rapattack - b don - b-don
- letra de love battle - catpeople
- letra de waiting - mac ayres
- letra de nunca te jugaste - las pelotas
- letra de είμαι καλά (eimai kala) - elli kokkinou
- letra de don't bother - yung van
- letra de herculad lyricses - ghea indrawari
- letra de hauptbahnhof 20:10 - the legendary pink dots
- letra de requiescat in pace - wayward dawn
- letra de you & her - yunai