Top Songs By Petty
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Petty
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Peter Gustafson
Songwriter:in
Thomas Bender
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Gates
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Don't do it
I protect this yard with a sword
I'm a warrior in a garden
Not a gardener in a war
In the name of all the seeds left out
May all the weeds take they self out
I hope you can take a joke too ****
Smoke you ****
Saw you on stage with Young (Buck)
Didn't he (choke you ****?)
You should be proud of me
Like the song you wrote lil ****
And be thankful he let it go
Like yo (throat lil ****)
Next time let me know when you got something to tell me
You on a roll
Na, Roll on a roll
You the one that's Jelly
In the game for twenty years
Been hating me ten
Really twelve, going on thirteen
Watch him hate me again
I smoke him sober
It takes one to know one
You not a goat
I'm the goat that told ya
You ain't chosen, focus on something else
Or get ran over, over and over
Like flashbacks when Buck put his hand on ya shoulder
I'm not gone argue, just school ya, then you do you
I go back and forth with a fool they won't know who is who
I'll put him through the wringer
I'll put him through the roof
'Fore I met him they said not to meet him
Dude a goof
Something Childish like that show I did with Fish
Logan told me you watch everything I show that exists
You was at the top, taking notes on my dick
Hoping when you come down we'd approach you for a pic, na
We might not fuck with you
That fucked with you in hindsight
Two weeks later, where you do a show?
It wasn't Lime Light
It only held two something
They all from out of town
So what the fuck that say about you on our side of town?
You peon
This ain't even like me to be on some shit I'm beyond
I been ten toes, you Deion
Late to the party got him partying with nash feels
Cause he treat all of his potential partners like his last deal
Gotta be funny, he the lamest **** here
All cause Gotti and Stunna ran a train on his career
He tried to recover but been angrier for years
That pain don't disappear though
That explains why he a weirdo
Even my homies got you chasin' em
It's sick to see
Only time homie go embrace 'em
Is to get at (me)
If I say that I'll be hatin
Mission incomplete
If I'm lying, after **** wake up
How he split the sheets?
Craig keep grabbing at my leg he gone get these feet
Those around know he holding out
They just get a piece
He tried that shit with me and Wilx
Like we didn't see
He don't do it for the city
He do it for yo city reach
This shouldn't hit the streets
All dogs quick to eat
Told em not to sick ya
I can't fix it if they bit the leash
These the **** y'all look up to?
I get it
Preach!
Cold fried dried jive turkey
Put this bitch in grease
He gone need chicken feet
When I kick his beak
Diss me sneak, features, plus a mixtape to be lit a week
He on the outside looking in
Why this **** speak?
When I through the peephole
I'ma hit his peak
And I will with elegance
I got mixed emotions
I'll drill half his melon in
If that's what it takes to get the Ville past this jealous shit
He devilish
Tell that bitch
Chill act intelligent
What's true is ole dude surely on my nuts
Why the fuck does what I do or don't do worry you so much?
Every since Wee Wee
Gave him my first CD
He be acting like he wanna be me
So I let him
That's a freebie
Although I give him plenty lead way to be straight
He proceeds to walk a slippery surface, TK get the skates
Affiliation's bad for business
He play in they face
Cut his music off
Play some T- Pain in his place
She made us drinks, to drink, we drunk em, got drunk
Nothing, I fear, she seriously seen in unc
This **** here need cheerleaders
He a punk
All of his theories clearly be debunked
Written by: Peter Gustafson, Thomas Bender