Peach Fanta (feat. Bleu Levees)
You know how we do, No one can play us
Get left behind, Can't keep up, Can not stay with us
My phone constantly ringing on the way up
Keep getting complaints from my neighbors
Bitches falling off because they barely hear from me, really their just mad cause it ain't shit that they can get from me
Got a couple real friends, my Mama taught me how to look for 'em
The rest of these folks, I ignore em... not important
They just talk about each other,
Pretend to be cool with each other
You know... broke bitch shit
They only focused on each other ha
I just rearrange, You can always be replaced
You can't contribute to the circle
I know you so in love with Laura, you bitches goofy, Steve Urkel
Say round, we don't play round
Tell these hoes Move around, this ain't no muufuckin playground
I work so hard, no days off
Take those rose colored shades off
Fucking with the kid, you been talking shit
Know a nigga that'll probably blow your brains out
Please forgive me for my ways, I'm searching for brighter days
What can I say
I know I'm not livin' right, I've been blinded by the light but I'm not moved by shade
Please don't throw it in my face, I've been going off 3 hours and I'm under paid
Pardon me, I just woke up and since we're here now bitch, fuck Sallie Mae
I guarantee you'll win if you take my advice yeah
You can't escape the fuck shit, it's a part of life
They will talk anyway so just stay up
Keep on doing you and never change up
Ooo Gah dammit
I'm high up, they can't stand it
Stay away from the bullshit
Just got back, I just landed
Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners
I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta
Ooo Gah dammit
I'm high up, they can't stand it
Stay away from the bullshit
Just got back, I just landed
Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners
I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta
What's the word what's the word I got the word for these bitches
My nerves bad took a pill and a swisher j dilla with the beats lil nigga lil killa ima a lil b tiller
Make her sing on a nigga
Rain on a nigga drop
Change on a nigga
Cuz I'm feeling kinda bad
Break chains off a nigga if you please
I'll make the depression drop to your knees
Ah please
I'll pay you a dollar plus a degree
Getting greedy never stand still
Got to move with the groove dropping on you like an anveil
Life fake but the cash real
Or life fake but that ass real
So I hit it from the back till she coming out currency
Wear a different hat because I like it in currently
Director
Musician
Producer
Medusa
I gotta
Seduce ya
Me guesta
I like to lumbada
(Oh I like to)
It's a real life or a trill life
Don't mind me just living my real life
It's a trill life
Or a thrill ride
I see you but nigga don't see what you feel like
I got no room for the still life
Only got room for a bad wife
Good head on her satilite
Taking trips you know paradise
Won't believe what I'm paying
All night no day in
Hair growing so nappy feeling like I'm going super sayin
Kama Hama Hama ha
Nat turner on yo job
Peter piper getting rob
Picked the black pepper know it's almistad
Coming back harder than I ever thought Martin Luther King dreams what I caught running through the city knowledge what I sought
Pedal to the devil till I'm seeing God Hoe
Get left behind, Can't keep up, Can not stay with us
My phone constantly ringing on the way up
Keep getting complaints from my neighbors
Bitches falling off because they barely hear from me, really their just mad cause it ain't shit that they can get from me
Got a couple real friends, my Mama taught me how to look for 'em
The rest of these folks, I ignore em... not important
They just talk about each other,
Pretend to be cool with each other
You know... broke bitch shit
They only focused on each other ha
I just rearrange, You can always be replaced
You can't contribute to the circle
I know you so in love with Laura, you bitches goofy, Steve Urkel
Say round, we don't play round
Tell these hoes Move around, this ain't no muufuckin playground
I work so hard, no days off
Take those rose colored shades off
Fucking with the kid, you been talking shit
Know a nigga that'll probably blow your brains out
Please forgive me for my ways, I'm searching for brighter days
What can I say
I know I'm not livin' right, I've been blinded by the light but I'm not moved by shade
Please don't throw it in my face, I've been going off 3 hours and I'm under paid
Pardon me, I just woke up and since we're here now bitch, fuck Sallie Mae
I guarantee you'll win if you take my advice yeah
You can't escape the fuck shit, it's a part of life
They will talk anyway so just stay up
Keep on doing you and never change up
Ooo Gah dammit
I'm high up, they can't stand it
Stay away from the bullshit
Just got back, I just landed
Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners
I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta
Ooo Gah dammit
I'm high up, they can't stand it
Stay away from the bullshit
Just got back, I just landed
Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners
I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta
What's the word what's the word I got the word for these bitches
My nerves bad took a pill and a swisher j dilla with the beats lil nigga lil killa ima a lil b tiller
Make her sing on a nigga
Rain on a nigga drop
Change on a nigga
Cuz I'm feeling kinda bad
Break chains off a nigga if you please
I'll make the depression drop to your knees
Ah please
I'll pay you a dollar plus a degree
Getting greedy never stand still
Got to move with the groove dropping on you like an anveil
Life fake but the cash real
Or life fake but that ass real
So I hit it from the back till she coming out currency
Wear a different hat because I like it in currently
Director
Musician
Producer
Medusa
I gotta
Seduce ya
Me guesta
I like to lumbada
(Oh I like to)
It's a real life or a trill life
Don't mind me just living my real life
It's a trill life
Or a thrill ride
I see you but nigga don't see what you feel like
I got no room for the still life
Only got room for a bad wife
Good head on her satilite
Taking trips you know paradise
Won't believe what I'm paying
All night no day in
Hair growing so nappy feeling like I'm going super sayin
Kama Hama Hama ha
Nat turner on yo job
Peter piper getting rob
Picked the black pepper know it's almistad
Coming back harder than I ever thought Martin Luther King dreams what I caught running through the city knowledge what I sought
Pedal to the devil till I'm seeing God Hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Danecia Farmer
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