Petty Songtext
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Petty Songtext
Don′t know if im ready
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don't say that you′re sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
I tried for your punk ass boy
Swear I lied for your punk ass boy
Look at you, looking like a punk ass (boy)
I ain't listen when they said you a punk ass boy
I can tell you wanna book a hotel, do ya?
Have fun by yourself, honey
No, I′m not mad at you!
Oh, you think thats attitude boo boo? boo, oo
Ego! Am I in the way of yours?
Don′t answer that, I don't really care
I have paid too much attention you said
I could bank on you and you ain′t even there
Your timing a lot like Dilla, you're a little late
I don′t wanna wait for ya, he just wanna pull up at my place (no way!)
Why you got me going through hoops (croquet!)
I'm a boss ass and you want that so don′t crawl back
Acting like you all that, you ain't no Keenan or Kel
Give me a reason to tell you that I'm needing your help
I am an independent woman uh
Feeling like you shouldn′t uh
Hit me up you wanna fuck (woo!)
Just another runner up, I knew it
Don′t know if im ready
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don't say that you′re sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
If you had a dime for all of your chances
You could buy me the bouquet I deserve
And some dessert, word
So don′t come around me with puppy eyes
Cuz you suck at lying and I am the queen of deception
Your dick ain't as good as I let you believe
My next man can give you a lesson, yeah
You don′t know what you just lost
I'm Fieri with the frost
I should call Cardi, go off
You out here pulling a Rachel and Ross, uh
I can tell when you're drunk cuz you act like a dick
And you think with your dick
Put my hands on my hips
Have no time for your shit
Cuz I just checked my wrist
And its fuck off o′clock right now
Pipe down, lights out
You can′t clear your name with some white out
Get on my knees? I'd′ve bite down
Goodnight now
I'm turning my phone off
Picture me with my clothes off
Now I got a new fling and that shit got you Green
I′m Draymond and you getting no shots, woo
Don't know if im ready
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don′t say that you're sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don't say that you′re sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
I tried for your punk ass boy
Swear I lied for your punk ass boy
Look at you, looking like a punk ass (boy)
I ain't listen when they said you a punk ass boy
I can tell you wanna book a hotel, do ya?
Have fun by yourself, honey
No, I′m not mad at you!
Oh, you think thats attitude boo boo? boo, oo
Ego! Am I in the way of yours?
Don′t answer that, I don't really care
I have paid too much attention you said
I could bank on you and you ain′t even there
Your timing a lot like Dilla, you're a little late
I don′t wanna wait for ya, he just wanna pull up at my place (no way!)
Why you got me going through hoops (croquet!)
I'm a boss ass and you want that so don′t crawl back
Acting like you all that, you ain't no Keenan or Kel
Give me a reason to tell you that I'm needing your help
I am an independent woman uh
Feeling like you shouldn′t uh
Hit me up you wanna fuck (woo!)
Just another runner up, I knew it
Don′t know if im ready
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don't say that you′re sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
If you had a dime for all of your chances
You could buy me the bouquet I deserve
And some dessert, word
So don′t come around me with puppy eyes
Cuz you suck at lying and I am the queen of deception
Your dick ain't as good as I let you believe
My next man can give you a lesson, yeah
You don′t know what you just lost
I'm Fieri with the frost
I should call Cardi, go off
You out here pulling a Rachel and Ross, uh
I can tell when you're drunk cuz you act like a dick
And you think with your dick
Put my hands on my hips
Have no time for your shit
Cuz I just checked my wrist
And its fuck off o′clock right now
Pipe down, lights out
You can′t clear your name with some white out
Get on my knees? I'd′ve bite down
Goodnight now
I'm turning my phone off
Picture me with my clothes off
Now I got a new fling and that shit got you Green
I′m Draymond and you getting no shots, woo
Don't know if im ready
Talk to you tomorrow
You can call me petty
But i get angry when you come to mind
Don′t say that you're sorry
Too late to the party
Girl don't get me started
I refuse to let you ruin my--
Writer(s): Sydney Bennett, Jahaan Sweet, Sina Holwerda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
