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peter pan Video (MV)




Performed By: greatestredefined
Language: English
Length: 1:35
Written by: Noah-Louis Jones




greatestredefined - peter pan Lyrics




Eaugh,
Hope my ex-hoe like, "I miss my man" (My man)
Copped some designer, now I miss my bands (Yeah)
I got dreams, want a Lambo
What the f*ck is a van? (Uh-huh)
Redefined, you making hits
God Damn
How I become a goat? I'm surrounded by lamb (By lamb)
I'm fly as f*ck nigga, like Peter Pan
If he run down, we turning his lil' ass to sand (Oh yeah)
Hoes on my meat because I'm going ham
Know some hoes on my dick 'cause they think I'm the man
Young nigga copping a Gen 5
This that expensive shit boy, why the f*ck would it jam? (Why the f*ck would it jam?)
Nowadays everyone grimy
If I'm not toting, that bitch on the desk near my hand (My hand)
Whole lot of drums in the frontline,
Sound like a young nigga in the middle of directing a band
Eaugh (Okay Okay)
Think this hoe tryna dance (Dance)
This hoe cheating,
Said I left my jeans at her place, fam (Fam)
Don't mean to flex,
But my closet full of them foreign brands (Foreign brands)
And, when I checked the pic you sent
That hoe was unbranded man, (Unbranded)
Yeah,
Tuh-uh,
Yeah,
Uh-huh, Yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Used to get clowned for staying out the mix
Now niggas wondering how I'm doing shit
Been making music, I'm just tryna get rich,
'cause I know broke niggas tryna flip bricks

Eaugh,
Hope my ex-hoe like, "I miss my man" (My man)
Copped some designer, now I miss my bands (Yeah)
I got dreams, want a Lambo
What the f*ck is a van? (Uh-huh)
Redefined, you making hits
God Damn
How I become a goat? I'm surrounded by lamb (By lamb)
I'm fly as f*ck nigga, like Peter Pan
If he run down, we turning his lil' ass to sand (Oh yeah)
Hoes on my meat because I'm going ham
Know some hoes on my dick 'cause they think I'm the man
Young nigga copping a Gen 5
This that expensive shit boy, why the f*ck would it jam? (Why the f*ck would it jam?)
Nowadays everyone grimy
If I'm not toting, that bitch on the desk near my hand (My hand)
Whole lot of drums in the frontline,
Sound like a young nigga in the middle of directing a band
Oh yeah
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English

Eaugh,
Hope my ex-hoe like, "I miss my man" (My man)
Copped some designer, now I miss my bands (Yeah)
I got dreams, want a Lambo
What the f*ck is a van? (Uh-huh)
Redefined, you making hits
God Damn
How I become a goat? I'm surrounded by lamb (By lamb)
I'm fly as f*ck nigga, like Peter Pan
If he run down, we turning his lil' ass to sand (Oh yeah)
Hoes on my meat because I'm going ham
Know some hoes on my dick 'cause they think I'm the man
Young nigga copping a Gen 5
This that expensive shit boy, why the f*ck would it jam? (Why the f*ck would it jam?)
Nowadays everyone grimy
If I'm not toting, that bitch on the desk near my hand (My hand)
Whole lot of drums in the frontline,
Sound like a young nigga in the middle of directing a band
Eaugh (Okay Okay)
Think this hoe tryna dance (Dance)
This hoe cheating,
Said I left my jeans at her place, fam (Fam)
Don't mean to flex,
But my closet full of them foreign brands (Foreign brands)
And, when I checked the pic you sent
That hoe was unbranded man, (Unbranded)
Yeah,
Tuh-uh,
Yeah,
Uh-huh, Yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Used to get clowned for staying out the mix
Now niggas wondering how I'm doing shit
Been making music, I'm just tryna get rich,
'cause I know broke niggas tryna flip bricks

Eaugh,
Hope my ex-hoe like, "I miss my man" (My man)
Copped some designer, now I miss my bands (Yeah)
I got dreams, want a Lambo
What the f*ck is a van? (Uh-huh)
Redefined, you making hits
God Damn
How I become a goat? I'm surrounded by lamb (By lamb)
I'm fly as f*ck nigga, like Peter Pan
If he run down, we turning his lil' ass to sand (Oh yeah)
Hoes on my meat because I'm going ham
Know some hoes on my dick 'cause they think I'm the man
Young nigga copping a Gen 5
This that expensive shit boy, why the f*ck would it jam? (Why the f*ck would it jam?)
Nowadays everyone grimy
If I'm not toting, that bitch on the desk near my hand (My hand)
Whole lot of drums in the frontline,
Sound like a young nigga in the middle of directing a band
Oh yeah
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Writer: Noah-Louis Jones
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