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letra de peanut butter jelly pt. 2 - fat dave

[intro]
i got 20 on my beat

[verse]
i wake up, hop on the ‘gram and plot on a new b-tch, huh?
yeah, i need a new b-tch, me and gura need new whips
i’m big slime, these blue bills, get your lil’ thot off two pills
i stopped sellin’ drop, ’cause crack k!lls
tryna blow me a bag in sacksfield
tryna hit me a l!ck and cash out on fendi
and flood my wrist and buy me a bentley
hi-tec, pour that sh-t up in the sipply
three gram woods, i rolled up some sticky
i could sign out, but i’m still in the trenches
my back to the wall, so i gotta go get it
get a front end, then i flip it
get you knocked off, i ain’t sendin’ no disses
we murk a n-gga, i ‘on’t even talk
that .40 on me, you can tell how i walk
he showed me some pints that they bought
me and vic got two hoes in a lock
run in your house, i look for the vault
quit all that cryin’, just take your loss
up that .40 and watch his ass fall, i really got the stick in the mall
up the drac’, get to hittin’ at y’all
send a diss, get your kids involved
pushin’ bread, lil’ bro get rid of y’all, shoot up a f-ck n-gga video
just k!lled him, ooh, terrio, dumb ass n-gga callin’ radio
cut off some n-ggas, had to let ’em go
my circle small like a cheerio
i’m sippin’ on lean like i need me a jern
my chop always jump on the motherf-ckers first
shoot with the drac’, this b-tch barely jerk
i’m tryna put a n-gga on a shirt
i’m done takin’ losses, that sh-t hurt
tryna slide on my block, it won’t work
leave a n-gga on the curb, six feet him, he a part of the earth
dead n-gga got turned into herb
i never went to school, call me ferb
and phineas, won’t let her suck my d-ck if she hideous
turn a n-gga into a ghost like insidious
.38 burn a n-gga like chlamydia
it really ain’t sh-t to get rid of you, mortal kombat, how i finish you
don’t play with me, eat your dinner
we got too many straps in the sprinter, huh? d-mn

- fat dave

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