Peanut Butter lyrics - Lil Wayne

 New loot, yeah

New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

New loot, uh, paid off

'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money

I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you

I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'

I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me

Now I'm wifed up, these hoes ain't hearin' from me

Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'

I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter

Love you Rabbit, he ain't make it home

For the Patek, we'll take your arm

Drug habit, need to take it easy

'Cause if she lose daddy, she gon' take it hard

Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R

Empty the magazine, all the pages fall

By the time I leave, you done read them all

P-E-R-C, yeah

Percocet got a nigga percolatin', pussy ass, nigga

Perpetrating and impersonating

Bury those cockroaches I'm the exterminator

Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate 'em

Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating

Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin'

Pow, in the morning, leave 'em lookin' like turkey bacon

I'ma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it

Codeine got us lookin' like turtles racing

Purple drank, weed, and heart; I'm a purple racist

I'm with the perfect bitch lookin' for her replacement

With a curvy bitch cummin' 'round her curves, I'm racin'

The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet

From the School of Hard Knocks, I'm a murder major

My bitch tongue twisted, sperm tornado

Tell you that they lyin'

That they sayin' that they see me

Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D

Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD

Panoramic Plasma, big screen

Man on fire, 500 degrees

Lambo' fire, beep-beep

Way too hot, don't bother to reach me

Rest in peace, Mamba and Gigi, facts

Trippy ass nigga, Always trippin' but I never fall

Them bitch ass lil' niggas say they got your back

Your back against the wall

I'm a rich ass lil' nigga, I get bag

After bag, after bag, yeah, I ball

Shots hit the back of his skull

She put his head in her hands, it dissolve

I might just bring her lil' ass in the stall

Break her lil' ass like the laws

Then take her lil' ass to my dawgs

Then they treat her ass like a dog

Then they feed her ass to the dogs

That Draco attached to me arm, and that ho long as a baton

Canseco, my bat in my arms

I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins

That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to DC, DG

From Christian Dior back to BEBE

She be mad at slime 'cause I really got hoes

Bad bitches postin' all these pictures of me

Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose

She say, just don't put these hoes above me

Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah

Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, egg-nog

Head, arm, leg, leg, arm

New loot, yeah, paid off

'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money

I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you

I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'

I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me

Wifed up now, these hoes ain't hearin' from me

Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'

I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah

No Ceilings

Yeah, yeah-yeah

That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG

From Christian Dior back to BEBE, bitch

This shit right here crazy

Nah, this shit crazy

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