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petty nigga - quan the don313 lyrics

[intro: fatt mike]
(von classic on the beat)
hahaha, yeah
yeah
motor city boys, man, [?] gang
now introducin’ me, dog
i’m fatt mike, n*gga
look

[verse 1: fatt mike]
blowin’ on this cookie, b*tch, i need a glass of milk
you’s a sl!ck n*gga, you could pass the silk
i’m winnin’, you’s a bum, so i gave his ass the plug mug
bought twenty, gave me ten more, that’s the plug love
talkin’ ’bout you from the block, you jumped off who porch?
dropped off twenty white squares, them some newports
i’m rising straight up to the top, n*gga, the elevator
rollie shine bright in the dark, this b*tch generatin’
giuseppes got more zippers than the mj jacket
and my ruccis moonwalkin’, that’s an mj classic
cold jeans and white ones on a chill day (baow)
all black and fifty cal on a pill play (baow)
jordans on strapped up, so i’m actin’ like an a hole
icy buffs, try me and get dej loafed (baow)
n*gga
yeah
[chorus: fatt mike]
petty n*gga, get some pros
‘fore your ass be adios
petty n*gga, get some pros (better get you some of them pros)
‘fore your ass be adios
(boom, baow, baow, baow, baow)

[verse 2: money power]
petty n*ggas better get it ’cause we comin’ for that chi chi
two 40s, white buffs, i got ’em lookin’ like whipped cream
ridin’ with the bag, this bad b*tch with me froze up
my clique go dough, grab the last of what we came up
at the bar sippin’ on coke, henny with light ice
stackin’ every penny, my n*gga, just tryna live life
bought a new whip, it got me cheatin’ on my b*tch
trues ho, blue strips, this 40 hold 30 clips
mama said, “don’t slip”, these n*ggas plottin’ on a l!ck
so i stay strapped up just tryna find some bad business, b*tch
i’m a dog like kujo, stay hot like pluto
i sh*tted on my last b*tch, i went and bought a new ho
bag life got a n*gga cashin’ out on loud
n*ggas show love from [?] to 7 mile
(bag life got a n*gga cashin’ out on loud
n*ggas show love from [?] to 7 mile)

[chorus: fatt mike & quan the don313]
petty n*gga, get some pros
‘fore your ass be adios
petty n*gga, get some pros (better get you some of them pros)
‘fore your ass be adios (quan the don in this b*tch, straight like that)
(boom, baow, baow, baow, baow)
[verse 3: quan the don313]
these n*ggas really hoes, they really trapped in the closet
was a young n*gga but i hung with the bosses
kept my head high but i always was precautious
n*ggas start to change when a couple dollars offered
always stayed humble ’cause i can’t be a slave to it
money was the motto, never sold my intelligence
n*ggas mad i’m goin’ and you know this n*gga so arrogant
i took time ’cause you know it’s time ’cause you know this n*gga’s the president
of my times, emt, i’m tryna be on
bet with these n*ggas hate, tryna stop me, [?] ’cause you know me
straight drees, straight drop, put it in that pot
n*gga, you know i’m whippin’ so hot, n*gga, you know this n*gga whippin’ a lot, n*gga
[?] in this b*tch, you know this n*gga is first degree
’bout to commit a murder, n*ggas, you know these n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with it
i’d be up at the top ’cause i’m ballin’ hard like an og
these n*ggas know i’m in the game ’cause i’m ballin’ like i’m kobe

[chorus: fatt mike]
petty n*gga, get some pros
‘fore your ass be adios
petty n*gga, get some pros (better get you some of them pros)
‘fore your ass be adios
(boom, baow, baow, baow, baow)

- quan the don313 lyrics

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