Guapdad 4000 – Peanut Butter Pootie Tang Lyrics

Peanut Butter Pootie Tang By Guapdad 4000

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (James Delguapo)

Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly

The money start spreadin’, getting bread, on my Wonder s—

No words to a b—-, belt like Pootie Tang

Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that f—–’ d—

Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn’t smoke crack

Don’t fix your lips to try to tell me ’bout none of this

Ride for my n—–, I got n—– in the grave

I got b—— on my roster who would die just to f— with this, baby, yeah

They’ll die just to f— with this, baby, yeah, uh

It’s a check

In the biggest boned whip, Rolls Royce

If we took away a R, it’s Team Rocket ’cause I’m ridin’ in a rocket ship

Sock it to my pockets, like some Takis, got a lot of chips

Nerd and I need a freak b—- who need d—

These n—– wanna hate me for my comments

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They debate me for my comments

Fashion Nova f—–’ pay me for my comments, s— (Bands)

Raisin’ up my commas, put the p—- in coma (Yeah)

You can talk, she won’t reply, my b—- really unresponsive

She knows I been wantin’ VVs, ooh-wee (Ooh)

Walk with the man like burnin’ CDs (Yeah)

I ain’t have a big backing like old TVs (No)

She open up the doors and she gon’ see, now I got a

Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly

The money start spreadin’, getting bread, on my Wonder s—

No words to a b—-, belt like Pootie Tang


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Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that f—–’ d—

Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn’t smoke crack

Don’t fix your lips to try to tell me ’bout none of this

Ride for my n—–, I got n—– in the grave

I got b—— on my roster who would die just to f— with this, baby, yeah, yeah

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They’ll die just to f— with this, baby, yeah, uh

It’s a check

That n—- double crossed me, man, should’ve known, known, known

I was openin’ up to let him do me wrong, wrong, wrong

Snakey, I should’ve known he was a cobra

The only snake I would ever show love to is probably Kobe

Hah, hoo, hey, drop top coupe, swang

I need new friends, I need new frames

What’s that? Vision, mmh

When jealousy’s in they eyeballs

They gon’ try to make you forget what you saw

Seen the Grammys, need a Oscar

Now I’m proud like I’m Oscar

So I’m snaggin’ all my pennies

Future daughter gon’ be wild

Lost bands to mistakes, lost power, Pootie Tang

I cannot wait to put my brother on this play, so then we can both have the

Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly

The money start spreadin’, getting bread, on my Wonder s—

No words to a b—-, belt like Pootie Tang

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Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that f—–’ d—

Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn’t smoke crack

Don’t fix your lips to try to tell me ’bout none of this

Ride for my n—–, I got n—– in the grave

I got b—— on my roster who would die just to f— with this, baby, yeah, yeah

They’ll die just to f— with this, baby, yeah, uh

It’s a check

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