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cootie - peanut butter lyrics

[intro]
(i’m so proud of you, cassie)

[verse 1: pfb da packman]
b+tch, it’s gucci on this hoodie, this not your regular mall sweater, huh
if i can’t f+ck the b+tch, then i let my dog get her
this not mid, we servin’ zaza in the trap, it’s all pressure
my uncle errel and you willie, b+tch, you a dog catcher
i can’t pick my favorite ho, they so unique, they all special
man, them p+ssies ain’t no threat, i can’t see ’em, small letters
my brother slapped you with his gun, i apologize, dog extra
now you tried to get some get+backs, turned your friends to paw barrels
cut my favorite lil’ ho off, that b+tch was bad, ain’t had no valuе
got a suppressor on the bl!ck when this b+tch shootin’ lowеr volumes
n+gga ran off with that sack, but when i catch him, we gon’ follow (okay)
n+gga tall, but he a b+tch, i nicknamed him craig the stallion
uh, first i had a vision, uh, turned this to a business, uh
t.t., do you love me ’cause you got me in my feelings, uh
uh, quagen mixed with fanta, baby girl, that’s my prescription
twenty minutes, ten positions, you had a condom when you hit it? nah

[verse 2: cootie]
uh, first i had a vision, uh, turned that sh+t to millions, uh
two hundred plus sixty ps inside this missin’ b+tch’s truck
b+tch, this ain’t no reggie, we got zaza packs for twenty+one
on the road from show to show, we strapped up with ’bout twenty guns
please don’t hit the brakes for 12, bro, we gon’ see how fast they run
i’m rollin’ up, out the mode, but ‘scotti ain’t f+ckin’ with my lungs
grew up playin’ cops and robbers, i was the one pointin’ the gun
with my bro, we b.o.s., you know it ain’t no one+on+one
t.t., do you miss me, uh, wocky got me feelin’ numb
past the stick to no face, now he’s tryna lie for mekin’ somethin’
just ran through a honey bun in blue shoes and nothin’ but my thumb
flawless diamonds strikin’ on my neck, look like a thunderstorm, b+tch

- cootie lyrics

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