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dmb gotti - peter piper (remix) كلمات أغنية

[intro: dmb gotti]
(saucy on the beat)
go’n and shake somethin’
she got a bun in the oven, still’ll bake somethin’
you know what happened? she was classy
we done turned her to a rat
now the b_tch suck d_ck ’til the day done, ooh

[chorus: dmb gotti]
peter piper
your baby mama f_cking squad and she excited
no appetizer, but i’m serving with a slider
and me and my my n_ggas’ll run into your property
orville redenbacher, me and my n_ggas, we poppin’ it
take your b_tch to dinner, order up a lobster
then f_ck her over, leave her sittin’ in the lobby
do a show, then run up in a n_gga pockets
sliding in a maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
origami, i been folding paper properly
no monopoly, run up in a n_gga property
then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies

[verse 1: dmb gotti]
we do not ask for nothin’, we gon’ take it
plot twist, i been flockin’ with an asian
baghdad, whole team land invasion
lil’ ratchet ass b_tch suck d_ck daily basis, no cap
peter piper
your baby mama f_cking squad and she excited
do not disturb, she not gon’ see it, don’t even write her
no appetizer but i’m serving with a slider
polar bear, my n_ggas colder than the waters up at rikers
he spent one night with her, he talkin’ ’bout he like her
ayy, she a ratchet, cuz, you shouldn’t even wife her
b_tch a sock up in the kitchen, everyone done slipped inside her, all facts
[verse 2: toosii]
all facts, hit the baseline
we gon’ hit the block, headed home, call it the bay slide
couple chains on, i dare a n_gga to take mine
40 on my hip, i can turn a n_gga to eight_five
she hate lies, she hate guys, tell her f_ck me, though
i ain’t got a hand up your ass, you ain’t a puppet, ho
i’m a thug, you say you f_ck with those?
big glock 30 extension, and we ain’t tuckin’ those
peter piper picked a pepper
i’m a well_known flexer, your girlfriend ass carresser
and yeah, i do my g thang
i let the heat bang, 40’ll turn this sh_t into a heat game
shootin’ out the gym, don’t need binoculars
b_tch, i got more clout than milonakis did
date a white b_tch and say i had a milonakis kid
we done did way more shootings than all the oppers did

[chorus: dmb gotti]
orville redenbacher, me and my n_ggas, we poppin’ it
take your b_tch to dinner, order up a lobster
then f_ck her over, leave her sittin’ in the lobby
do a show, then run up in a n_gga pockets
sliding in a maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
origami, i been folding paper properly
no monopoly, run up in a n_gga property
then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies, ooh

- dmb gotti

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