Peanut Butter
She got them green eyes
Mhmm
Tequila lime
Caught me by surprise
Mhmm
The other night
She don't like nice guys
Mhmm
But that's alright
Not good at goodbyes
Mhmm
That's just my type
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
She got that long hair, don't care
Knew right when she walked in
I kinda like how you're standing there
Nails done, sundress, smelling like fresh air
My lover not a sucker
I'll never want another
She don't take shit from no one
She don't take shit
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
She got that feeling
Top down with no ceiling
Feet out the window
Feeling like a million
She got that feeling
Top down with no ceiling
Feet out the window
Feeling like a million
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
(She got that peanut butter drop top)
(She got that peanut butter drop top)
Mhmm
Tequila lime
Caught me by surprise
Mhmm
The other night
She don't like nice guys
Mhmm
But that's alright
Not good at goodbyes
Mhmm
That's just my type
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
She got that long hair, don't care
Knew right when she walked in
I kinda like how you're standing there
Nails done, sundress, smelling like fresh air
My lover not a sucker
I'll never want another
She don't take shit from no one
She don't take shit
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
She got that feeling
Top down with no ceiling
Feet out the window
Feeling like a million
She got that feeling
Top down with no ceiling
Feet out the window
Feeling like a million
She got that peanut butter drop top
Type to make ya hopscotch
Type to make ya wait in the rain
She got that peanut butter drop top
Drop dead make ya heart stop
Hop in and we're swerving away
(She got that peanut butter drop top)
(She got that peanut butter drop top)
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Peter Grigg, Nick Rivera Caminero, Phil Paul Shaouy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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