Inside peanut butter
Outside white bitch
Feds couldn't find my piece like Anne Frank made that bitch hide it
Meeska mouska tooly on the rat and made him tight lip
Loose about her pussy left her losing, righty tighty
Gotta vibe bitch she sucked me off and sat right on my dental
Imma f*ck her raw I'm in it stayin' in it like no rental
She love to let a nigga play in it ride my pistol
Round the blocka bitch gon' get you shot up laying where she been through
That bitch she think she set for life
But she just in for a piping
Suck me hoe from all across the world like Skype
Low skeezer
She a eater
Dung beetle
Cantina
Sip it slow and burn up my reefer
Aye bitch I bitch I bitch I been the man
Kill like Killa Cam
'Bout my business man
With yo mannished ass
Spin around the dick like a ceiling fan
These niggaz ain't pimpin nigga I seen yo hoe
I f*cked her 'bout a week ago
Ain't tip her off the dusty hoe will suck me if I told her so
Know what I mean, all my diamonds clean, my whip Japanese
Off a bean, show her talent tings, vibes is what I need
Yeah gun toting
Identify that nigga then press him to come out, Frank Ocean
That thang pokin, got my veins swollen
Point 'em out
You a thot, she a thot, holla' double time
Inside the outside, guts on my mind
These niggaz watching like a Patek, left her shocked I got the Static
In this bitch a f*ckin' soldier, I'm just stuntin' like my daddy nigga
I don't wanna f*ck, told that bitch gimme face though
Young nigga and I'm bout a check stacking pesos
Ain't a killer nigga, but don't push me cause it's case closed
Beat em w the bottom of the Ruger leave his face swole
Last month was a good month, hit bout eight hoes
This month ain't no change of schedule, hit bout eight mo
F*ck her once then I got Gump I don't date hoes
Yo bitch do just want I want what I say so
Yea bitch, I ball like my name was Wall or Alonzo
At the mall, I just met like three hoes at the front door
They was triplets, I told em to meet me at my condo
When I'm done, pass em to my bro's like I'm Rondo
Drippin wet, when I leave the Scene get a wet sign
Get the tech, if he get to trippin leave em flatlined
On the news yeah we did em wrong Issa headline
Niggas sleep these niggas my sons it's ya bedtime
Hit em with a Nickelodeon out the draco
No remorse ion got no sympathy for fake hoes
Since a kid all I used to think about was bankrolls
Growed up like damn, I knew I would make those
Like a kid tryna stack a milli like a lego
No kids, told her eat it up like a faygo
Ion date, say she gotta man if you say so
Dub me sum must be wrong witcha taste hoe
Millions
Bitch I'm to fly the all on me (on me)
Passed that ho right to the homie
Stack up them chips I need queso dinero better f*ck up them bands I seen better
Baby where you from shit I ain't even have to tell him
Told him keep it quiet nigga gotta keep it acappella
Bitch I got it out the mud no pun intended when I sped
Double back and hit that nigga had to get him for his head
Ain't no cappin over here nigga work to pay the bills nigga
F*ck a shoulda coulda imma get it off the grill nigga
601 got that shit set bitch imma meal ticket
Give the bitch a bone and sent her home and told her we'll kick it
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Inside peanut butter
Outside white bitch
Feds couldn't find my piece like Anne Frank made that bitch hide it
Meeska mouska tooly on the rat and made him tight lip
Loose about her pussy left her losing, righty tighty
Gotta vibe bitch she sucked me off and sat right on my dental
Imma f*ck her raw I'm in it stayin' in it like no rental
She love to let a nigga play in it ride my pistol
Round the blocka bitch gon' get you shot up laying where she been through
That bitch she think she set for life
But she just in for a piping
Suck me hoe from all across the world like Skype
Low skeezer
She a eater
Dung beetle
Cantina
Sip it slow and burn up my reefer
Aye bitch I bitch I bitch I been the man
Kill like Killa Cam
'Bout my business man
With yo mannished ass
Spin around the dick like a ceiling fan
These niggaz ain't pimpin nigga I seen yo hoe
I f*cked her 'bout a week ago
Ain't tip her off the dusty hoe will suck me if I told her so
Know what I mean, all my diamonds clean, my whip Japanese
Off a bean, show her talent tings, vibes is what I need
Yeah gun toting
Identify that nigga then press him to come out, Frank Ocean
That thang pokin, got my veins swollen
Point 'em out
You a thot, she a thot, holla' double time
Inside the outside, guts on my mind
These niggaz watching like a Patek, left her shocked I got the Static
In this bitch a f*ckin' soldier, I'm just stuntin' like my daddy nigga
I don't wanna f*ck, told that bitch gimme face though
Young nigga and I'm bout a check stacking pesos
Ain't a killer nigga, but don't push me cause it's case closed
Beat em w the bottom of the Ruger leave his face swole
Last month was a good month, hit bout eight hoes
This month ain't no change of schedule, hit bout eight mo
F*ck her once then I got Gump I don't date hoes
Yo bitch do just want I want what I say so
Yea bitch, I ball like my name was Wall or Alonzo
At the mall, I just met like three hoes at the front door
They was triplets, I told em to meet me at my condo
When I'm done, pass em to my bro's like I'm Rondo
Drippin wet, when I leave the Scene get a wet sign
Get the tech, if he get to trippin leave em flatlined
On the news yeah we did em wrong Issa headline
Niggas sleep these niggas my sons it's ya bedtime
Hit em with a Nickelodeon out the draco
No remorse ion got no sympathy for fake hoes
Since a kid all I used to think about was bankrolls
Growed up like damn, I knew I would make those
Like a kid tryna stack a milli like a lego
No kids, told her eat it up like a faygo
Ion date, say she gotta man if you say so
Dub me sum must be wrong witcha taste hoe
Millions
Bitch I'm to fly the all on me (on me)
Passed that ho right to the homie
Stack up them chips I need queso dinero better f*ck up them bands I seen better
Baby where you from shit I ain't even have to tell him
Told him keep it quiet nigga gotta keep it acappella
Bitch I got it out the mud no pun intended when I sped
Double back and hit that nigga had to get him for his head
Ain't no cappin over here nigga work to pay the bills nigga
F*ck a shoulda coulda imma get it off the grill nigga
601 got that shit set bitch imma meal ticket
Give the bitch a bone and sent her home and told her we'll kick it
Outside white bitch
Feds couldn't find my piece like Anne Frank made that bitch hide it
Meeska mouska tooly on the rat and made him tight lip
Loose about her pussy left her losing, righty tighty
Gotta vibe bitch she sucked me off and sat right on my dental
Imma f*ck her raw I'm in it stayin' in it like no rental
She love to let a nigga play in it ride my pistol
Round the blocka bitch gon' get you shot up laying where she been through
That bitch she think she set for life
But she just in for a piping
Suck me hoe from all across the world like Skype
Low skeezer
She a eater
Dung beetle
Cantina
Sip it slow and burn up my reefer
Aye bitch I bitch I bitch I been the man
Kill like Killa Cam
'Bout my business man
With yo mannished ass
Spin around the dick like a ceiling fan
These niggaz ain't pimpin nigga I seen yo hoe
I f*cked her 'bout a week ago
Ain't tip her off the dusty hoe will suck me if I told her so
Know what I mean, all my diamonds clean, my whip Japanese
Off a bean, show her talent tings, vibes is what I need
Yeah gun toting
Identify that nigga then press him to come out, Frank Ocean
That thang pokin, got my veins swollen
Point 'em out
You a thot, she a thot, holla' double time
Inside the outside, guts on my mind
These niggaz watching like a Patek, left her shocked I got the Static
In this bitch a f*ckin' soldier, I'm just stuntin' like my daddy nigga
I don't wanna f*ck, told that bitch gimme face though
Young nigga and I'm bout a check stacking pesos
Ain't a killer nigga, but don't push me cause it's case closed
Beat em w the bottom of the Ruger leave his face swole
Last month was a good month, hit bout eight hoes
This month ain't no change of schedule, hit bout eight mo
F*ck her once then I got Gump I don't date hoes
Yo bitch do just want I want what I say so
Yea bitch, I ball like my name was Wall or Alonzo
At the mall, I just met like three hoes at the front door
They was triplets, I told em to meet me at my condo
When I'm done, pass em to my bro's like I'm Rondo
Drippin wet, when I leave the Scene get a wet sign
Get the tech, if he get to trippin leave em flatlined
On the news yeah we did em wrong Issa headline
Niggas sleep these niggas my sons it's ya bedtime
Hit em with a Nickelodeon out the draco
No remorse ion got no sympathy for fake hoes
Since a kid all I used to think about was bankrolls
Growed up like damn, I knew I would make those
Like a kid tryna stack a milli like a lego
No kids, told her eat it up like a faygo
Ion date, say she gotta man if you say so
Dub me sum must be wrong witcha taste hoe
Millions
Bitch I'm to fly the all on me (on me)
Passed that ho right to the homie
Stack up them chips I need queso dinero better f*ck up them bands I seen better
Baby where you from shit I ain't even have to tell him
Told him keep it quiet nigga gotta keep it acappella
Bitch I got it out the mud no pun intended when I sped
Double back and hit that nigga had to get him for his head
Ain't no cappin over here nigga work to pay the bills nigga
F*ck a shoulda coulda imma get it off the grill nigga
601 got that shit set bitch imma meal ticket
Give the bitch a bone and sent her home and told her we'll kick it
Writer: Que'Von Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid