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young chevy - peanut butter jelly كلمات الأغنية

[intro: snoop dogg & 50 cent]
what’s wrong right now is
everybody trynna rap the same style with the
uhh i don’t know who created it
if it was future or migos but
all them n-gg-s sound the same
hatapa tatapa katapa tatapa ta
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
hupaka hukuku hikiki hububu tatatata
hahaba hihibi hahago hahuhuh
(hahahaaaaaahh)

[verse 1: young chevy]
hababuh hababuh hatata tatata tatatataa (skrrt skrrt)
f-ck on a b-tch then i make her my ex then i f-ck on your thot (yeah yeah)
*sniff* take a sniff like the skrrt on my whip and the ice on my arms (bling!)
if you think this flow is amazing and can’t penetrate it then f-ck what you thought
hold me a spot, imma come up there and show what i got
know where you stay know the way to the top, i’ll be making a stop
and i’ll get you some pot like i’m pushing you off and i’m taking your spot
your grammar is wrong autotune or not
your b-tch on a diet get food for thought
instead you go buy her louis vuitton
probably know all the hoes copy flows, stories told
holy smoke got me stoned
every hour of the day like 24
420 blows, exhale plenty flows
cause you bots spit like a sloppy joe
i take 8 bits of your choppy flow like
it probably go like

[chorus: young chevy]
aye, peanut b-tter jelly
k!ll that pussy ‘fore i drown
murder on my mind like melly
b-tches hating cause i’m brown
peanut b-tter jelly (jelly!)
b-tches sounding silly (silly!)
machine gun with me
but i shoot you with my mouth (brrr!)
peanut b-tter jelly
k!ll that pussy ‘fore i drown
murder on my mind like melly
b-tches hating cause i’m brown

[verse 2: young chevy]
you think your raps so deep, b-tch please (nah)
like the pussy so deep but the b-tch is shallow
while i spit on this mic while these b-tches swallow
hit this on rewind like i spit palindromes
(peanut b-tter jelly)
brain’s a maze, my mind it’s shadow
my time is night, words hard to follow
don’t bite my style don’t beg and borrow
i shoot on sight b-tch, not tomorrow
(shoot him on sight b-tch not tomorrow)
yeah yeah, okay
escalated bars, call me pablo
overnight star, vincent van gogh
permeated scars, al pacino
good or bad cop, i do not know
like memento, i do not know
ain’t a snitch hoe (no wait)
don’t try to come close
i’m c-ke you mentos
now watch me explode like (woah woah)

[verse 3: young chevy]
all you rappers sound the same (silly!)
sick of b-tches talking ’bout their chains
no bigger picture, tinted window panes
bars over your brain, i put you back in jail
you can’t contemplate, you don’t want the pain
go on pop some pills, probably numb the pain
‘fore you pop it, better think again
‘fore you pop it, think again
cause a gain is gained from pain and not from sniffing lines of ‘caine
so please use your brain
i mean you go and make it rain on these thots
still use bots and what not you do for fame
i keep thinking if its rappers, trappers, clappers or
we the people tell me who’s to blame?
tell me who’s to blame?
(yeah yeah)
so i stay in my lane i just change whips
b-tch stay in your lane and don’t lane block
don’t want the fame i don’t name drop
do me a favour and change jobs
do you a favour? i may not
and my page outta space, ain’t stopping
my veins popping, i spray knowledge
like rain drops but when rain stops
i still spray more like a rainbow separates got range, variety
don’t care you fakes make copies
might mumble a little, get paid for it
she humble she sit, way she lay on me
might fumble a bit, someone pray for me

- young chevy

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