A peanut in the heat
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.
But for long time i had gone cold
Baby i am professional
Not for the weak, frail, and brittle
You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names
Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes
You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop
And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,
Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >