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petie x breterson - famous lyrics

(breterson)
i don’t sip lean
i don’t pop pills, but one day imma blow up and be famous for my sk!lls (famous)
livin’ in the hills (hills)
stackin’ dolla bills (bills)
you sayin that you famous but you know you ain’t for real

i don’t sip lean
i don’t pop pills, but one day imma blow up and be famous for my sk!lls (famous)
livin’ in the hills (hills)
stackin’ dolla bills (bills)
you sayin that you famous but you know you ain’t for real

i don’t sip lean, but i’m smokin’ on the gas (gas)
spark a backwood right before i head to cl-ss
it don’t make you rich when your mommy give you cash
try and touch my homies and we’ll leave you on your -ss (b-tch)

since day one been with the same squad (squad)
never switching up yeah you know i ain’t a fraud (fraud)
reelin’ in all these fans like a fishing rod this my first feature and you know i’m spitting like a god (like a god)
don’t got rainbow hair don’t got face tats but my sh-t lyrical and all of y’all sh-t is wack (wack)

cause i ain’t like these fake rappers i’m original
don’t want to be traditional
just wanna be professional
i’m smoking on medicinal
my kush ain’t typical
my sh-t it mythical my sh-t is mythical
watch out little b—-, little snitch
you finna get hit
me and my boys got them hands so we don’t need a stick (yeah)

(petie)
all these girls on me i think i need security
turn the volume up i think you not hearin’ me
let me sit you down take a minute listen closely
i got all these haters, they ain’t new yeah they phony’s

b—– comin’ up and actin like they know me (they know me)
i got all this cash, in a bag, can i smoke please? (smoke please)
chillin’ front row while you sittin’ in the nosebleeds (nosebleeds)
checkers on my shoe yeah you play that sh-t on repeat (repeat)
gotta run it back, randy moss hit a three peat (repeat)
you chillin with your girl but i think she wanna meet me (i think)
think she wanna meet me
i think she wanna meet me

(breterson)
(yuh)
smoking on medicinal
my kush ain’t typical
my sh-t it mythical my sh-t is mythical
watch out little b—-, little snitch
you finna get hit
me and my boys got them hands so we don’t need a stick (yeah)

- petie x breterson lyrics

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