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Peanut Butter Song Lyrics
Peanut Butter by Lil Wayne [Intro]
New loot, yeah
New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
New loot, uh, paid off
‘Cause I know these niggas ain’t gettin’ real money
I know them niggas ain’t gon’ die for you
I know these niggas ain’t gon’ kill nothin’
I know these b**ches ain’t gon’ live for me
Now I’m wifed up, these hoes ain’t hearin’ from me
Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain’t see it comin’
I’ma go nuts and these hoes drip peanut butter
[Verse 1]
Love you Rabbit, hе ain’t make it home
For the Patеk, we’ll take your arm
Drug habit, need to take it easy
‘Cause if she lose daddy, she gon’ take it hard
Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R
Empty the magazine, all the pages fall
By the time I leave, you done read them all
P-E-R-C, yeah
Percocet got a nigga percolatin’, pussy ass, nigga
Perpetrating and impersonating
Bury those cockroaches I’m the exterminator
Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate ’em
Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating
Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin’
Pow, in the morning, leave ‘em lookin’ like turkey bacon
I’ma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it
Codeine got us lookin’ like turtles racing
Purple drank, weed, and heart; I’m a purple racist
I’m with the perfect b**ch lookin’ for her replacement
With a curvy b**ch cummin’ ‘round her curves, I’m racin’
The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet
From the School of Hard Knocks, I’m a murder major
My b**ch tongue twisted, sperm tornado
Tell you that they lyin’
That they sayin’ that they see me
Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D
Damn, but the diamonds I’m wearing look HD
Panoramic Plasma, big screen
Man on fire, 500 degrees
Lambo’ fire, B-B
Way too hot, don’t bother to reach me
Rest in peace, Mamba and Gigi, facts
Trippy ass nigga, Always trippin’ but I never fall
Them b**ch ass lil’ niggas say they got your back
Your back against the wall
I’m a rich ass lil’ nigga, I get bag
After bag, after bag, yeah, I ball
Shots hit the back of his skull
She put his head in her hands, it dissolve
I might just bring her lil’ ass in the storm
Break her lil’ ass like the laws
Then take her lil’ ass to my dawgs
Then they treat her ass like a dog
Then they feed her ass to the dogs
That Draco attached to me arm, and that hoe long as a baton
Canseco, my bat in my arms
I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins
That b**ch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG
From Christian Dior back to BEBE
She be mad at slime ’cause I really got hoes
Bad b**ches postin’ all these pictures of me
Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose
She say, just don’t put these hoes above me
Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah
Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, Egg-nog
Head, arm, leg, leg, arm
[Chorus]
New loot, yeah, paid off
‘Cause I know these niggas ain’t gettin’ real money
I know them niggas ain’t gon’ die for you
I know these niggas ain’t gon’ kill nothin’
I know these b**ches ain’t gon’ live for me
Wifed up now, these hoes ain’t hearin’ from me
Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain’t see it comin’
I’ma go nuts and these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah
No Ceilings
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
That b**ch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG
From Christian Dior back to BEBE, b**ch
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
This sh*t right here crazy
Nah, this sh*t crazy
No Ceilings 3