{"I don't see anything that could stand in our way..."}
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[Chorus: Obie Trice]
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(I'm petty) Got my Gucci sneak's on
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Gucci tee on, get my Gucci freak on
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E'rything I wear got a Gucci emblem
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I'm so Gucci gone say I'm in a Gucci zone
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(I'm petty) Got my Louie V hat
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with my Louie backpack with the stacks in that
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Where the Louie at? So you could pour another shot
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Cause, e'rything I rock Louie V to the socks
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[Obie Trice]
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Who do it hotter in Prada?
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I ain't from N.Y., do it +M-Y Way+, so Sinatra
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You know my {?} not proper for the Oscars
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But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
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... Ha ha, that hurts
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Some'n by this oar got 'em tippin they fedoras
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Got the ladies bein whores cause we're ballin out stores
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I coordinate on e'rything I wore
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So ladies know him now say, "That was him before"
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Fresh as the core in my Christian Diors
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Got me smellin like Chanel
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Well, that's my female, shorty gets that mail
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In them transparent 90-millimeter heels
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In them Red Bottoms showin off them Christian Lou-B's
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Heels... that's real
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E-e-e'rything 'bout her scream Dolce & Gabanna
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with the bowlin ball bag showin out at Caribana
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Lil' mama, she a stunner
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Tweed dress on, no panties up under
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Catch her on Queens Street ballin at the boutiques, holla
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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BME, Black Market Entertainment
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Obie Trice (Obie Trice, Obie Trice)
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New shit... so bent
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Guess the man lucky, she ain't glam luxury
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We as a couple get +Fresher+ than Douglas E.
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Double up on my duds where the logos be
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So Polo duplicate on me, guess that's why they hate Obie
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They can see
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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I'm petty {*4X*}
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Petty
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Obie Trice |