Lyrics:
t'as pensé à moi
Est-ce que t'as pensé à nous
Mè pou asiré bébé
Pa fè timid', pani pon style, ni bon bagay
Pou pété'y sec sec sec
Come baby, come baby,
shining through
Dead air resurrected
Petey's breaking chains —
New believers with receivers
Tune in
Radioman right on time
Radioman leave the world behind
When I don't go and write it
Now they've been saying that Petey's been getting to excited
I can't stop
You know you want it lately
Oh my god
You see
imma damage ya
No gun talk
That ain’t Petey bruh
And Petey ain’t trappin'
You can Put a cap on that
All these new age artists
Stackin trash on top
and dollars
Dolls and dollars
Dolls and dollars
Dolls and dollars
It’s Samu_EL
J-Stylz
What up, Petey Pablo?
Let’s show them how the Carolina’s raise up.
Fo’
They call me Petey the goat
Even I be like Petey the goat when I see what I wrote
my mama had me eating soap
Foul mouth, down south
They think that
Delirious, I'm serious and you see, we get
Easy peasy, Pablo Petey
That's my goodies, then I eat it
Lil Jon Bones, undefeated
Strapped like Judge, you gon’
ayojon
Petey maa tomar mon
Pujor ei ayojon
Petey maa tomar mon
Esho maa amar ghorey
Dhaker taal e komor bedhey
Nachbe shara Bangla re
Nachbey shara Bangla
They be like, "There he go!"
Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave 'round your head like a helicopter
I ain't put enough weed in the blunt
All you
Greeting boys and girls
My name is Petey P
Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that's right)
I am your neighbor
And I'd like to welcome you
we trip?
You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for?
Ain't no job worth dying for, is it?
Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw
When you stop
digits on that phone
Money so long smoke a whole zone
Getting blood money tryna put my 'cuz on
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw wired
Sex, Money, Murder Petey
(Ahh)
(Ahh)
(Ahh)
(Ahh)
Straßen dreckig wie Chicago, heh
Mach' es laut wie Petey Pablo, ja
Ich danke Pi, dem Imperator
Heute schreien kleine
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uh, she got killed so I didn't need it (damn)
Uh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? (What about Sweetie?)
with Snoop, Fiend, Mia, see, Silkk, Serv, and Petey
nigga we frontin' these street-ies
but livin' like this ain't easy
it's fabulous!
I'm so
they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randall gone man
Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves
Petey
dedicate this one to my dogs
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uh, she got killed so I didn't need it (damn)
Uh, it's like that, what about
trip?
You ain't gonna punk me
So what you trying for?
Ain't no job worth dying for, is it?
Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw
When you stop me
nervous, jittery
Can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real
You can't deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab'
What was y'all thankin?
I know
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
death
why'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
This
Rap Diablo
It's the, rap Diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
with you
Don't make me put a lean to a nigga
Spleen shells through a nigga (Bariiing-petey crack-riiing)
Stop a dream in its tracks beam down
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