Chicken P - Peter Piper (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Chicken P - Peter Piper (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I'm like, "Nigga, is you cool?" You
don't make enough (Frrt, phew)
I only use the money counter
'cause of paper cuts
It probably take me like thirty
days to make a buck
I'ma drive the coupe today, lil'
brodie, take the truck
Peter Piper packed a pack of
pounds and he sealed 'em up
I just cracked a pint of
pie and I'm pourin' up
What the fuck wrong with my neck?
This bitch glowin' up
Front-end, back, back, back,
and I'm showin' up
I'll spin the front-ends, book all
the back-ends, I put 'em up
If you could put more paper in your
pockets, they ain't full enough
Gotta drop a lil' more in your
soda, it ain't dark enough
These lame-ass niggas gotta pour
out they heart to fuck
All this fuckin' water on my neck,
look like Noah's arc or what?
It sound like a lion fightin'
every time I start the truck
I don't think it'd be smart
to start with us
Big-ass ten milli' on me,
it'll park a bus (Hm)
Big-ass bankroll on me,
I can get you touched
Baby, I ain't with the roleplay,
is we finna fuck?
I'm tryna run up a million dollars
(A million dollars)
Dropped the eight, poured a four and
a Fanta, four in the Crush (Huh)
I got pointers in my watch, why
you get 'em crushed? (Huh)
All the butter in the pot, like,
what you cookin' up? (Huh)
I'm finna hit her raw brick
with a brick of cut (Huh)
I can get you what you need,
now tell me what you wanted
This food right here go in the
blender, not in the oven
Made thirty two days in a row,
that's a triple double
If you can get 'em to my door,
I pay you for the troubles
If you can get 'em to my door,
I'll pay you for the travel
I been down walked out with a ticket,
like a fuckin' raffle
All these motherfuckin' bricks,
I could build a castle
I seen shit you thought wouldn't
happen really happen
All these niggas really jokes,
I sit back and laugh at 'em
You think you could do this shit
like me? Take a stab at it
I'll put the switch on your
ass like yo' granddaddy
Bitch, I had a quarter brick back
when we was wearin' ballies
I went half on the strike, me
and bro was sharin' tallies
I'm like, "Nigga, is you cool?"
You don't make enough
Front-end, back, back, back, and
I'm showin' up (Ayy, go)
Wanna book me? You send a hundred racks,
it's goin' up (It's goin' up)
One-fifty in the front, another
nick' when I pull up (Yeah)
Rolls truck, bad bitches jump on dick
when I pull up (When I pull up)
Grab her face, tell her open
up, spit in her, she stuck
I get vicious when I'm on that
Tris, sippin' out the cup
Drink tequila on a mission,
this lil' shit hit me,
tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
Usually I be chasin' the bag, won't
even make time for a nut
I told Chicken I'm gettin' this
chicken, I count up a ticket,
it give me a rush
I make money in my sleep, but
I be barely catchin' Z's
Niggas trollin' on the 'net, but never
gangster when we meet (Pussy)
I be solo like civilians,
half a million last week
Lil' cuz want another B, I told
him "Let that nigga breathe"
I was broke sellin' weed, barely
did a stack a week (Uh)
Now I'm playin' with six figures
every time I pack a seat
'Til my nigga Smurk free, I told
'em "Give the 'Raq to me"
Put me anywhere with gangsters,
bet you I adapt with ease
If they got them bails for the low,
I'm bringin' back some P's
God forbid this rap shit get slow,
I'm in the trap asleep
Got so many tennis chains,
I need a racket, please
Got so many bracelets, they
can't even wrap my sleeve
Got so many bracelets, they can't
even fit my sleeve (Uh)
Red band on a Pristine, yeah,
that's how I'm bleedin'
Feel like Allen Iverson, my
earrings bling (Bling)
Ghost my fine shit 'cause when
she fiend, she a demon
Every line in a nigga rhymes,
I really seen it
Seven-nine, that still
mine and I mean it
Every angle of my lifestyle,
I was dreamin'
Winnin' with my team, think you
fuckin' with us, I'm like
I'm like, "Nigga, is you cool?"
You don't make enough (Swerv)
(Ajaks, this a banger)
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