Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Churches Peppers, artist - Guap Tarantino. Date of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Churches Peppers |
| Brr |
| Brr, brr, brr |
| Brr |
| Burr, urr, grr |
| Beckham, Beckham |
| Buy, Beckham |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Let’s go, let’s go |
| Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham |
| Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah |
| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em |
| Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah |
| Takin' a flight out to Dallas |
| No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah |
| Spin that lil' boy like propellers |
| And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah |
| Turn up these bitch on a J |
| Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go) |
| Chopping shit up like a fade |
| Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon) |
| Glad I got through that phase |
| Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon) |
| Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns |
| We only doin' some trades (Keed, talk to 'em) |
| Yeah, find a nice bitch and format the team |
| We gettin' rich, yeah, yeah |
| Peep the scene, she like damn |
| And he on a bean, yeah, yeah |
| Nah, bitch, I’m just pullin' these strings |
| Nah, bitch, I’m just in these streets |
| Yeah, I’m a studio junky |
| Yeah, I don’t get no fuckin' sleep |
| She say she can’t breathe |
| So I shoved dick off in her lungs |
| She say she can’t breathe |
| I got bitches, came from nothin' (Let's go) |
| She so pretty, yeah, yeah |
| Bitch, my Patek on flee-nee-neek (On God) |
| Yeah, I put my baby mama finger on fleek (Let's go) |
| Double cup drank and this shit on fleek (Mud) |
| Pullin' up and we blendin' in (Pull up) |
| 'Cause we finna kill the scene (Slime, slime) |
| Bitch, I got blue cheese on cheese (Cheese, cheese) |
| Got blue check, bitch, just cheese (Just cheese) |
| We ain’t have big dawgs, we ain’t have OG’s |
| Yeah, yeah, we taught ourself |
| How to make it out these streets |
| Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham |
| Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah (Slimeball) |
| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em |
| Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah |
| Takin' a flight out to Dallas |
| No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah |
| Spin that lil' boy like propellers |
| And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah |
| Turn up these bitch on a J |
| Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go) |
| Chopping shit up like a fade |
| Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon) |
| Glad I got through that phase |
| Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon) |
| Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns |
| We only doin' some trades (Yeah) |
| I used to go hit the road for the racks, used to jugg out of state |
| I took a PJ to LA, the house that I stayed in, it came with a maid |
| Bought me a Rollie and bust down the bezel, the old Rollie was out of date |
| Two hundred racks, my nigga, can’t sit there, lil' nigga, ain’t got nothin' to |
| say (Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks) |
| Got this shit up, I done came out the bowl |
| Bro called my phone, he just got out the hole (Yeah) |
| All these damn racks, she wan' give me her soul |
| I just went green, I done got in my mode |
| I done fell in love with just countin' them 'chos |
| Told 'em I get this shit fresh off the boat |
| Feds got real close, we done changed up the load |
| Fillin' these B’s with the racks, I’m like woah |
| Bust down my whip, no keys |
| Shawty do whatever I please |
| Yellow beam with the blue cheese |
| Nigga can’t be on my team |
| Ran out of red, sippin' green |
| I just popped a pill, on G speed |
| Pop me a pill and I’m geeked |
| Thousand shots 'bout Lil Keed |
| Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham |
| Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah (Slimeball) |
| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em |
| Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah |
| Takin' a flight out to Dallas |
| No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah |
| Spin that lil' boy like propellers |
| And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah |
| Turn up these bitch on a J |
| Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go) |
| Chopping shit up like a fade |
| Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon) |
| Glad I got through that phase |
| Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon) |
| Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns |
| We only doin' some trades |