Pan Peter
Come again
Yo bitch gone come again
You just don't understand
Youngboybrown on my kids
Hey, I just understand
How you a opp and you been a fan
They want my life yea they want the chance
Couldn't take my life if I gave you the chance
Try me it won't go as planned
Won't do no talk I'ma end up spraying
These hoes must think Im playing
Aw that's yo bitch? She gone up staying
This pipe Ima end up laying
Fuck so good she gone end up praying
You fuck that hoe at the Cindy Lynn
I fucked that bitch in a minivan
Hold on wait come again
Speak up I couldn't what you saying
I remember back then I ain't have a chance
Now I'm counting on the green like Peter Pan
Hold on Pan Peter
I'm flipping this dough like pan pizza
She sipping this Hen like sangria
I'm drinking this Hen like a lime-a-rita
I done played my song now she a fan
She slut she don't really care how I treat her
I'ma hit that pussy like Derek Jeter
I'ma beat that pussy like a egg beater
I'ma hit that pussy and pass to my mans
I'ma catch me a flight out to Japan
I'ma count a whole M just with my hands
I done turned these presidents to my friends
I could see my vision through a Cartier lens
I done seen you sneak diss all my wins
I'ma cut you off like all them Benz
And do a free show just for all my fans
I'm sprinting out to them bands
No Chiraq I'ma do the running man
Remember back then I was in that jam
Now I turned my hood to the summer jam
Hold on come again
Yo bitch gone come again
You just don't understand
Yea yeaaa
Hey, I just don't understand
How you a opp and you been a fan
They want my life yea they want the chance
Couldn't take my life if I gave you the chance
Try me it won't go as planned
Won't do no talk I'ma end up spraying
These hoes must think I'm playing
Aw that's yo bitch? She gone end up staying
This pipe I'ma end up laying
Fuck so good she gone end up praying
You fucked that hoe at the Cindy Lynn
I fucked that bitch in a minivan
Hold on wait come again
Speak up I couldn't hear what you saying
I remember back then I ain't have a chance
Now I'm counting on the green like Peter Pan
Hold on Pan Peter
Yo bitch gone come again
You just don't understand
Youngboybrown on my kids
Hey, I just understand
How you a opp and you been a fan
They want my life yea they want the chance
Couldn't take my life if I gave you the chance
Try me it won't go as planned
Won't do no talk I'ma end up spraying
These hoes must think Im playing
Aw that's yo bitch? She gone up staying
This pipe Ima end up laying
Fuck so good she gone end up praying
You fuck that hoe at the Cindy Lynn
I fucked that bitch in a minivan
Hold on wait come again
Speak up I couldn't what you saying
I remember back then I ain't have a chance
Now I'm counting on the green like Peter Pan
Hold on Pan Peter
I'm flipping this dough like pan pizza
She sipping this Hen like sangria
I'm drinking this Hen like a lime-a-rita
I done played my song now she a fan
She slut she don't really care how I treat her
I'ma hit that pussy like Derek Jeter
I'ma beat that pussy like a egg beater
I'ma hit that pussy and pass to my mans
I'ma catch me a flight out to Japan
I'ma count a whole M just with my hands
I done turned these presidents to my friends
I could see my vision through a Cartier lens
I done seen you sneak diss all my wins
I'ma cut you off like all them Benz
And do a free show just for all my fans
I'm sprinting out to them bands
No Chiraq I'ma do the running man
Remember back then I was in that jam
Now I turned my hood to the summer jam
Hold on come again
Yo bitch gone come again
You just don't understand
Yea yeaaa
Hey, I just don't understand
How you a opp and you been a fan
They want my life yea they want the chance
Couldn't take my life if I gave you the chance
Try me it won't go as planned
Won't do no talk I'ma end up spraying
These hoes must think I'm playing
Aw that's yo bitch? She gone end up staying
This pipe I'ma end up laying
Fuck so good she gone end up praying
You fucked that hoe at the Cindy Lynn
I fucked that bitch in a minivan
Hold on wait come again
Speak up I couldn't hear what you saying
I remember back then I ain't have a chance
Now I'm counting on the green like Peter Pan
Hold on Pan Peter
Credits
Writer(s): Jarell Taylor
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