Peanut Butter Pootie Tang
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye (James Delguapo)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' Bread on my Wonder shit
No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave
I got bitches on my roster who would die
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
In the biggest boned whip, Rolls Royce
If we took away a R, it's Team Rocket
'Cause I'm riding in a rocket ship
Sock it to my pocket, like some Takis, got a lotta chips
Nerd, and I need a freak bitch who need dick
These niggas wanna hate me for my comments
They debate me for my comments
Fashion Nova fuckin' pay me for my comments, shit (bands)
Raisin' up my commas, put the pussy in coma (yeah)
You can talk, she won't reply, my bitch really unresponsive
She knows I been wanting VVSs, ooh-wee (ooh)
Walked with the man, like burning CDs (yeah)
Ain't have a big backin' like old TVs (no)
She open up the doors and she gon' see, now I got a (aye)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
That nigga double crossed me
Man, should've known, known, known (should've known)
I was openin' up to let him do me wrong, wrong, wrong (do me wrong)
Snakey, I should've known he was a cobra
The only snake I would ever show love to is probably Kobe
Ha, hoo, hey, drop-top coupe, swang (swang)
I need new friends, I need new frames (yeah, yeah)
What's that, vision, mmh
When jealousy's in they eyeballs
They gon' try to make you forget what you saw
Seen the Grammys, need a Oscar (yeah)
Now I'm proud, like I'm Oscar (yeah, yeah)
So I'm snaggin' all my Pennys
Future daughter gon' be wowed
Lost bands to mistakes
Lost power, Pootie Tang
I cannot wait to put my brother on this play (yeah)
So then we can both have the (yeah, yeah)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye (James Delguapo)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' Bread on my Wonder shit
No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave
I got bitches on my roster who would die
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
In the biggest boned whip, Rolls Royce
If we took away a R, it's Team Rocket
'Cause I'm riding in a rocket ship
Sock it to my pocket, like some Takis, got a lotta chips
Nerd, and I need a freak bitch who need dick
These niggas wanna hate me for my comments
They debate me for my comments
Fashion Nova fuckin' pay me for my comments, shit (bands)
Raisin' up my commas, put the pussy in coma (yeah)
You can talk, she won't reply, my bitch really unresponsive
She knows I been wanting VVSs, ooh-wee (ooh)
Walked with the man, like burning CDs (yeah)
Ain't have a big backin' like old TVs (no)
She open up the doors and she gon' see, now I got a (aye)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
That nigga double crossed me
Man, should've known, known, known (should've known)
I was openin' up to let him do me wrong, wrong, wrong (do me wrong)
Snakey, I should've known he was a cobra
The only snake I would ever show love to is probably Kobe
Ha, hoo, hey, drop-top coupe, swang (swang)
I need new friends, I need new frames (yeah, yeah)
What's that, vision, mmh
When jealousy's in they eyeballs
They gon' try to make you forget what you saw
Seen the Grammys, need a Oscar (yeah)
Now I'm proud, like I'm Oscar (yeah, yeah)
So I'm snaggin' all my Pennys
Future daughter gon' be wowed
Lost bands to mistakes
Lost power, Pootie Tang
I cannot wait to put my brother on this play (yeah)
So then we can both have the (yeah, yeah)
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
They'd die just to fuck with this baby
Yeah, uh, it's a check
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Writer(s): Cooper Mcgill, Akeem Hayes, James Delgado
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