Petty lyrics

by

E-40


[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these ... petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty

[Verse 1: E-40]
Most of these b*tches 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 Teflon FN57
Somebody call the ambulambs and the reverend
Teach a f*ck n*gga a valuable lesson
Scorpio thats my astrology (Forty!)
My Rover a autobiography (story)
Oyster perpetual presi (Ching!)
VS's all up in my bezi (Bling!)
Punk rock b*tch, gold digging hoe
All up in the function with your best friend's clothes
Always starting something, you a messy ass hoe
Lil groupie ass b*tch on the stage at the shows
As far as these n*ggas they petty too (irrelevant)
They hate on real n*ggas like me and you (relevant)
They jealous, conniving, and sneaky (sheisty)
Don’t wanna be them, wanna be me (icy)
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 on your neck
[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these ... petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty

[Verse 2: Kamaiyah]
Awww sh*t
I guess I'm the one that they hate now
You b*tches is played out
I made it, ain't got sh*t to say now
You b*tches is spaced out
I made my own way out the Bay now
So my crib is way out
You b*tches still riding the Greyhound
I pull up in Wraiths now
I got big money, all facts
Petty b*tches can fall back
Got a Benz, yeah, I bought that
And I been the sh*t, yeah, I'm all that
Long 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 here 'cause I planned on it
I'm the realest chick to ever do this sh*t
From the West Coast, now I run this sh*t
I'm the same one that y'all keep on talking 'bout
But ain't f*ckin wit'
Speak on me but the talk is cheap
'Cause y'all sneak dissing on some sucka sh*t
Kamaiyah be my name, hoe
When you speak on me, say my government
Don't be petty, b*tch
[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Most of these ... petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty
Most of these b*tches is petty
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