| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Free falling, Thom Pettie
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Freefalling, we up all night
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| I rock one chain for medallion
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| With a whole lot of motherfucking diamonds
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| It’s astounding like when I be rhyming
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| Always shining like the sun and moon
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| Like a hot air balloon requires fire
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| No methamphetamine, but nigga we get higher
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| Big Boi, dopamine, I mean I’m dope
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| And nary one of you niggas can come close
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| 'cept for Fat Sacks
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| Been a serial killer, oh nice to meet you, best believe that
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| Like Ripley’s boy, don’t tempt me
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| I fuck around and leave your Kool-Aid glass half empty
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| Your time is running, I’m just like the sand in it
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| Been jammin' in half & half of you niggas know you can’t get it
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| That’s right, it as in IT
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| We like the apple on your iPhone, niggas always biting
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Free falling, Thom Pettie
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Freefalling, we up all night
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| We shining like the sun and moon
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| All of your wishes falling through
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| They chasing after you
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| And climbing up the moon
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| We shining like the sun and moon
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| All of your wishes falling through
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| They chasing after you
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| And climbing up the moon
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| (Motel, hotel)
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| Motel, hotel
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| Intercontinental, all cause a nigga push a pencil
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| That’s an S550, not a rental
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| Bitch, I don’t even ride Lincoln Continentals
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| In the rear seat is a fat black nigga with a smile like Denzel
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| Pretty model bitch with me moving bout as graceful as a gazelle
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| Skinny as a pencil, fold her like a pretzel
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| Hit her with the XL
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| Just in case this funky-ass bitch was doing intel
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| I’m-a give her news she can go tell
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| Snitchin'-ass bitches get evicted, no bus fare
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| Grown-ass women ride a Bentley that’s so clear
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| I’m so player, SpottieOttieDopaliscious
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| Mama phony but I swear to God the pussy dope and she delicious
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| One time for my wife and my mistress, gone
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Free falling, Thom Pettie
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Thom Pettie that ho
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| Freefalling, we up all night
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| We shining like the sun and moon
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| All of your wishes falling through
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| They chasing after you
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| And climbing up the moon
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| We shining like the sun and moon
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| All of your wishes falling through
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| They chasing after you
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| And climbing up the moon |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thom Pettie, artist - Big Boi. Album song Vicious Lies and Dangerous Rumors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп