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letra de feelin' petty - the separate union

[intro]
q: heher
bd: oh wait, are you recording?
cc: they can’t even hear you, cheese
q: dang it

[verse 1: crispy cream]
so i walked in this b-tch, like my name was ‘that n-gga’
took some shots put my kids in your b-tch then i quit her
she’s a grown up girl, she don’t need you as a sitter
stop sweating her, she told me that she wished her d-ck was bigger. ouch
man, i came here with my team
you know my squad rolls deep like a faded submarine
when we come up at the scene we can’t help but feel like kings
cause the peasants and the fiends marvel all our nice things
beige delight and crispy cream got you having sweet dreams
now your cravings are uncontrollable, you can’t even be sociable
my tank is d-mn close to full, you want the heart i stole from you
i’m petty girl, you know it’s true

[hook]
cc: but you know i had to cut her off cause she stepped on my foot, like
cd: what the heck?
bd: what the f-ck?
cd: did she know you was wearing jordan’s, what the h-ll?
cc: right, n-gga, like do you not know?
cd: my shoes are worth more than your weave, b-tch
bd: you’re so f-cking gross
cc: f-ck
q: sharkeisha no!
cc: sh-t

[verse 2: beige delight]
pettiness is key, when you’re looking here at me
crispy cream and beige delight spitting fluid like iced tea
chocolate drop and quesolupa are reviving the scene
this b-tch next in line for the f-cking guillotine
because she stepped on my foot
f-cked my onion rings
crashed my bike and ate all my f-cking chicken wings
put some paint on my shirt, scratched my arm with her key
-ssuming makes an -ss out of you, not me
being petty is my sh-t that’s why i’m part of tcb, uhh
you’re f-cking gross, you’re a dunce
now please, let us say it all at once:
you’re a b-tch! you’re a f-ck! get all your sh-t together, put it in your trunk
let the door hit your -ss on your way out
b-tch, i’m petty. don’t you ever f-cking doubt

[hook]
q: d-mn!
cd: let it hit you where the good lord split you!
bd: yeah, you just got d-cked because you cut me off the freeway. you must be always doin’ that, b-tch
[all]: dang!
bd: it’s almost like you wanted your salad tossed, you little b-tch!
[all]: you know you wanted your salad tossed!
bd: yeah, you better like that little b-tthole, there
cd: you got no -ss!
cc: this n-gga g-y!

[verse 3: chocolate drop]
chivalry is dead, i kick you to the curb if you don’t give head
yeah i need a fatty, slim thick, gotta have a fatty
and i’m about to steal your girl so don’t be mad at me
they tell me good p-ssy sounds like mac and cheese
names chocolate bop and i come to please
(drop)
but, don’t you dare try me. i’m petty so that sh-t ain’t never going to fly by me
act real cool in the beginning. on my horror movie sh-t, like the shin-ing
(shining)
(shining, b-tch)
imma wait till you’re all alone, sitting nice and quiet in your little home
kick in the door, waving the .44
should of known, don’t try me no more!
cops on the chase, trying to dodge a case
once i get away, forget the whole day, letty
but i do it all again, cause i’m always h-lla petty

[verse 4: queso]
i’m colder than an eskimo, i’m pettier than petty joe
i write flows, you better not step on my toes
or i’ll k!ll you
i’m on this rap, find a way, and i’m so sick of him
cause he put the lights on dim, and i laughed at him
because he laughed at me; two weeks ago when i scr-ped my knee
b-tch please! now you’re begging on your knees. how you going to be first player and not me?
you came into my house and used my toilet without asking
then you acted like you didn’t enjoy the music i’m blasting
hit it elmo, hit it elmo. hit, hit, hit it elmo!
[elmo voice]
hey elmo! i’m the sh-t
and you know i’m a petty b-tch
dorothy with me getting lit but i hate it when the he, she, he n-gga lips
come down to sesame street and watch me
bust in your t–th, n-gga!

[verse 5: fruity frank]
fruity frank on the track, let me tell y’all about the time i was feelin’ petty, y’all
alright here we go, yo, check, check
so i met this good girl named, bridget
she got some real nice t-tties, no kidding
she came up to me asking me for digits
god d-mn, i got h-rny as f-ck!
so i called over that limousine, d-mn right we ate that good cuisine. d-mn right she slayed those robin jeans, those robin jeans
what did i do?
frank-dog slowly undressed her, without his knowledge she was surely transgender
hold up pause
bridget got a d-ck. holy sh-t, she got me sick
she put a gun to my head and said, “n-gga gotta lit.”
i looked up at bridget, and said, “please, let’s watch netflix.”

[outro]
q: aye yo, fruity frank, what’d you do to her?
ff: while she slept i put her in a tank of propane, d-mn she went in flames. i ate her d-mn spaghetti. god d-mn i’m

feelin’ petty

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