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paramaecium - i lyrics

[petey]

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 n-gg- in here tryin’ best to f-ck 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 p-ssy beater
i suck em, f-ck 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]

i i i i i i i i i i i igot 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 igot 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 t-ttie bar but i ain’t got no license for it
i got the what they want
plenty h, plenty oplenty guns, plenty bows
m-th-f-cka chew ya road
you ain’t never seen this before
but when this sh-t drop, all she wrote
international playa (yay ah)d-d-deah ya go
all they want is that timbaland and petey pablo
now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna
rims spinnin’, 20’s on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna
now yall ain’t ready
i’m the jumping in the jumping jack flash
you don’t hear the way ya disc jumpin’ across the track
n-gg- i’m a jumpin’ -ss
fist stomp i know you mad
but ain’t too much you can do bout that
cause i’ll make em stop the track
tighten my belt and whoop y’all -ss
y’all n-gg-s gon’ understand why n-gg-s don’t wanna drop sh-t this year
five and five equals ten petey pab timbaland is all it is

[chorus]

[petey]

i’m the quicker picker-upper
crazy soda can crusher
river, rock path, mobile home
country m-th-f-cka
rep the dirty like a car commercial
you ain’t heard it pitchin
like the smell in the pasture, i’m the cacky-lacky sh-t
tr-tr-trash talkin’ som’b-tch
trust me man i ain’t the one to get mad at
petey pab got a bag of vats
and a gat if it come to that
so n-gg–n-gg- don’t act like that, playin’get a n-gg- smacked like that, i’m sayin’get a n-gg- wig pushed back, d-mntimbaland where ya at

[timbaland]

in a 18-wheeler blowin’ my h-rn-h-rn
granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn
mama never saw that a star was born-born
mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn
i said its hot as h-ll a n-gg- need some lemonade
b-mp it its 2000 a n-gg- needs some minute maid
go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
n-gg- you better pay attention what the hook say

[chorus]

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