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peanut butter n jelly time :)) - reyy! (relapseisdangerous) lyrics lyrics

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[verse 1}
yeah, it’s 2 in the morning, i’m feeling a pb and j
how is you mad that i’m runnin’ the race?
hit me a jugg when i’m going to chase
off of the gas, i’m finna get laced

pull out the chop, ‘finna aim at his face
stop all the act ’cause you know i don’t play
he want a feat? then he gotta pay
my bro got a k, and he feelin’ like tay

d+mn, ok, i’m on the run like im oj
f+ck sippin’ on lean, i’m sippin on oj
she wanna f+ck on the gang, i’m like “ok”
turn on the beam, finna’ aim at his toupe

all on my d+ck, but you ain’t getting no pay
smokin’ that gas, yeah, i’m off of the propane
he say he better then me? i’m like “no way”

{verse 2}
he better duck ’cause i stay with the heat
ain’t this ‘yo hoe, tryna touch on my meat?
ho tryna link, i’m like “where we gon’ meet?”
you is too ass, you can’t get a feat
you really a weirdo kissin’ on her feet
say that you tough, like, go take a seat
she tryna cry, like, didn’t you cheat?
i know that you cap, say you from the streets

like d+mn gang
you know that this isn’t a game
hop on a beat, and she say i’m insane
you hop on a beat, and she callin’ you lame

that should really tell you that we ain’t the same
i am a beast that you cannot tame
she tryna cuff, don’t remember her name
b+tchin you up on this beat, you should be ashamed

shoot up his block if he think it’s a game
got h+lla cheese, i cannot complain
she calling me “travy”, lil b+tch, i’m the flame
pull up from the logo, i’m feelin’ like dame

how you gon’ sell your soul for fame?
better watch your mouth ’cause my shooter got aim
shawty be trippin, she think she the main
i dunk on a b+tch like my name is james

{bridge}
“d+mn bro wait hold up, my head hurts like a b+tch right now, ight, ight”
{verse 3}
call up the plug, now im high as a kite
shawty be dumb, she won’t stay for the night
pull out the chop, i’m not finna fight
put a red dot on his face, lil b+tch, it’s a sight

f+ck on yo’ hoe? i might
made 5 bands, that sh+t some light
she say “come over”, i’m coppin’ a flight
you not my twin, who told you we tight?

yeah, im up on a boat
she tryna hug, you won’t f+ck up my coat
556, you know what i tote
he talkin’ shi’, he get hit with the muf+ckin’ scope (frah, frah)

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