Petty

Song Petty
Artist Obie Trice
Album Bottoms Up

Lyrics

Who do it hotter in
Prada?I ain't from
N.Y., do it +
M-Y Way+, so
SinatraYou know my {?} not proper for the
OscarsBut
I opt out for the
Oxfords in the
Oxford...
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em tippin they fedoras
Got the ladies bein whores cause we're ballin out stores
I coordinate on e'rything
I woreSo ladies know him now say, "That was him before"
Fresh as the core in my
Christian
Diors[Chorus][Obie Trice]
Got me smellin like
ChanelWell, that's my female, shorty gets that mail
In them transparent 90-millimeter heels
In them Red
Bottoms showin off them
Christian
Lou-B'sHeels... that's real
E-e-e'rything 'bout her scream
Dolce & Gabannawith the bowlin ball bag showin out at
CaribanaLil' mama, she a stunner
Tweed dress on, no panties up under
Catch her on
Queens Street ballin at the boutiques, holla[Chorus][Obie Trice]
BME, Black
Market Entertainment
Obie Trice (Obie Trice, Obie Trice)
New shit... so bent
Guess the man lucky, she ain't glam luxury
We as a couple get +
Fresher+ than
Douglas E.
Double up on my duds where the logos be
So Polo duplicate on me, guess that's why they hate
ObieThey can see[Chorus][Outro]
I'm petty {*4
X*}