Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peanut Butter, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Peanut Butter |
Mayn the pitty process always tryin to dynamack |
All the (?) chickens wishin they can be La' Chat |
Ain’t no way that you can be me, I got thuggin' in my blood |
Cookin' pork chops and that rice, Makin' scrubs fall in love |
Don’t you wish that you could ride my ride, And stay up in my grill |
Makin' cheese cashin checks, Yeah you know thats how I live |
Hope that you can be like me, Freak I’m just like (?) |
Shakin trout, For her sugar daddy, take her mamis' friend |
Everythang you wanna do is all the things that I dun did |
Drank a 12 case of beur, Rollin' chockin' with my nigs |
Ride (?) independent |
All you haters and you dudes tryin to choose, Ya’ll can holla at me later |
Talkin' bad about La' Chat, But you know you lovin' that |
Cause between these legs is fa.fa.fa.fa.fat |
Ain’t no messin with yo game, Cause yo kind ain’t know my numbers |
Say you takein' care of me, Boy please whatever |
She’s a peanut butter, mutha fucka, nappy weave biitch |
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shiit |
All my baby daddy tryna' get what I get |
Need to stay up out of mine and get some buisness |
All you boys be on my do, Wish that you could be in my shoes |
I ain’t messed up with no sucker, It’s to many thugs to choose |
Now you wish that you could be the one thats gettin' all that cheese |
Even if he mess with you, He still gone come up in my knees |
All you freaks wanna run and tell me somethin about this boy |
Cause you know that I’m the one he’s liable to still kill and fuck |
I don’t know how you stoopid tricks be all in my biz |
I got (?) |
Wanna listen, Wanna learn, I got somethin' that I can teach |
If I die there will never be another one like me |
Spreading rumors, Tellin' lies, Anything to do me in |
But the ones that be talking really want to be my friend |
Yeah I know I got you hott, Cause my name is all around town |
If you try to run up on me mayn you know its goin' down |
Ain’t no telling what I’m thinking yet, I keep a plan in mind |
Why you talkin' thats the reason why La' Chat will always shine |
Yeah you can critisize my name it only bring me mo' fame |
I already know what’s goin on a lot of hatin' in this game |
It be nothing having broads that be living for hate |
It be these (?) looking broads La' Chat immitate |
I got no time for none of that nonsense, I’m bout makin' cheese |
And already don’t want hear no bullshit, I’m stacking them cheese |
It’s just to hot out here to live I’m only tryin to maintain |
These freaks be jocking my baby daddy just because of my name |
But I ain’t said a thang tho, He can get all yo dough |
You stoopid broads be droppin it off be thinkin' yo gon' get mo' |
I’ll let you know when he be doing after he get all your checks |
He coming home, He keepin' me and his baby so fresh |
And I ain’t gotta mess with him, I stay away from the drama |
See if you haven’t learned yet, They lovin the baby mama |
So keep yo distance, keep on wishin', Ain’t no gettin' what I got |
And keep on buyin all my cd’s to keep my name hot |