Lyrics of I

Man holla at ya dog
Petey petey hey yall hey yall
Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off
Still reppin' for convicts in sing-sing to burgaw
Still rockin' with t-t-timbaland uh-uh uh-uh
I got a different role, different stroll
Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag now tell me i ain't a macaroni
Jerome jerome to don corleone
Petey petey the pussy beater
I suck em, fuck em, send em home
I gets my thug on, weekends
I get me club on, we in
So many hotels boy i ought to buy my own
Petey-ott, petey swiss, petey inn, petey i (petey i)
Man we did it again

(chorus)
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Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, i said

I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, i said
I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them stunts uh, i said
I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh,

(petey)
P-p-pardon me dog
Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar
Its really a tittie bar but i ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty h, plenty o
Plenty guns, plenty bows
Muthafucka chew ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this shit drop, all she wrote
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