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“peanut butter hummer” - wyt mic lyrics

imma gun a hunnid in da peanut budda humma
fih seven knock ya head off what a m*th* fokkin bumma
ain’t no ryhma reason i just wanna bussa gunnaz
find a billion reasons and enjoy the f*ckin come up
grind uh poun uh ganja yah we h*lla shmoka bluntaz
crima passion k!llin p*ssy steady strokin till she cummin
cannabis so fiyah turning winta in ta
summa
cuban linkin icey fee like winta in da
summa
christmas everyday like it’s 25 duh
semmer
indica so heavy make a eagle h*llen
kella
repinzets up inda gym lift gang
h*lla
money on my mind f*cka greedy bank
tella
stacking up de niro just a buncha
goodfellaz
eyes up on da throne i’m the future
rockefella
stealthy jet fightеr and u nuthin but propella
i’m so fuggin smoove i can sing it acapella
strappеd up in da islands looking like a gun runna
carribean life cuz we smokin on bahama
i’m h*lla tatted up and i went and got my t**th done
but fuhget about da money my bars golden goin dummah
k!llin eating rappas like my name was jeffrey dahma
djs scratchin my cdees they all a buncha jeffy dommers
cohibas outta cuba big shout*out barrack obama
never slept on silk sheets kept me hungry for dem commas
no k!lla budont push me tryna keep it dali llama
as a lam i’ll ak em send em grave em xm wyt malcolm
sign uh cuppa awwdis sell em stacking up da bodies
shots of casa n0ble sippin gave till i’m blaze
hunnid kay in one day gettin money like a saudi
y’all claiming to be bosses betta watch it i’m john gotti
gordon ghekko suit game i’m just looking so d*mn gawdy
squad on lodi dadi yah we likes to pawhtiy
list of my best friends look like pitbull mastiff rottie
booty bouncing like a b*ball man she acting way too naughty
dat white boy ain’t a white boy unless he playing lax or hockey
song without a chorus you ask me that’s pretty c*cky
houston airport jet set catch me dappin ‪asap rocky‬
blastin moon rocks outta cali tele scope me sp*ce walkin
gotta lawyer an i’m bondin so you know i won’t be talkin
put my track on blast cuz you know the speakers knockin
bumping wyt mic thru da hood might just change my name to robin
peepa asking who i am just a goon mixed wit a goblin
chopping beats up like dey onions got dese p*ssy rappas sobbin
if u don’t pay me up front then we gonna have a prolem
get da strapps on my hip man u don want me to call em
i’m the rap game chippa jonz make da hall of fame balla
shout out riff raff for the inspo i’m young jody highrolla
i got gangreen hunnids crawlin on me dats iguana gualla
penthouse can’t get any higher so dee herba a make me talla
petey dunham peacoat fightin dyin for my f*ckin squadda
stendo blunt n clippin drummin so u kno we got a lotta
runnin scars as long as cars and the barrels burnin hotta
shoutout superstaar n leo all dey make is chart toppas
i’on do it for the fame so i’ll pass it to my brother
lyric game so solid concrete got it reinforced with re bar
family flyin out to cayman in the g700er
getting bread n jammin peanut b*tter
h u m m e r
get it twisted tea wyt mic just cold can tore both of your ears off

- wyt mic lyrics

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