Correction Paroles Mrs. Wong’s / Peanut Butter par Tash

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Mrs Wong’s / Peanut Butter

We at Mrs Wong’s, I’m eating egg foo young
We at Mrs Wong’s, she say she wanna’ have some fun
We at Mrs Wong’s, I’m eating egg foo young, yeah
She at Mrs Wong’s, she say she wanna’ have some fun, yeah
Going up like bond, I got her going up like bond, yeah
We at Mrs Wong’s, I’m eating egg foo young, yeah
We at Mrs Wong’s, she say she wanna have some fun
We at Mrs Wong’s I got her going up like bond

Yo, this that shrimp lo mein
Cocaine flow feel it baking bubble through ya vein
Spike Lee tapes man I’m sending knowledge right to the brain
I Smoke the Mary Jane, roll the plane
Eyes low like Christina Chang
She feel the pain
When my joints come on, you feel the lane
He quarter water, these pu**y n***as know they pocket change
I’m top shelf, these b*t*hes know we is we not the same
She hop up out the range
That type of sh*t there it make me go insane
I want her crain, supply the Zaza man I’m smoking Zane
It is ease my frame
She on the way to the crib so I can milk the grains
We watching Hulu, chill sh*t, Lucus Brothers, Will Smith
n***a sick man I took his bitxh

Yo, this 20 piece for 10.95
I got a bad lil vibe say and you know she down to slide
And she say she gon’ top me but the footage I gotta’ hide
And she gon’ do anything when it’s time to ride
She on Percocets, molly, ex it’s got her wet
They say that n***a Chain up these n***as better respect
He don’t pose no threat we smoking sh*t from east to west
He just came to set, he checking sh*t to flex
WEST UP ... these pu**y n***as better vest up
Me and Jimmy Dean make ya head buss
Say he Stone Gang dont claim us
Know BG can’t tame us
Mob life b*t*h we dangerous
Might rob ya mom for the uhaul
Got shooters coming all out of duval

Bad b*t*h Eating Lobster Tail Burning Peanut Butter
I can’t trust her, I can’t trust her
Word To My Mother
I can’t trust her, I can’t trust her
Word to my brother
We Going Up, We Going Up Word To My Brother
I can’t lover her, I can’t love her
I can’t be no sucker
I can’t trust her, I can’t trust her
I can’t be no buster
Bad b*t*h eating lobster tail, burning peanut butter
We going up, we going up word to my brother

It just a one night stand one night plan
It just Young chain came through no cape man
I got the S on my sh*t like I’m Clark Kent tho
These n***as still spending cash, you know they big potatoes
On they couch, I’m sitting tryna make it out
Plotting on that mission you know I’m still up on my route
Always in They kitchen tryna work on the next track
These n***as hating on me know they still up on they back
Like some b*t*hes
You already know we spitting’ flows we tryna get it
You already know she on her knees she hope she wishing’
She hoping and pray I skeet up in her but I ain’t tho
Done been down that road
Can’t go back that way no no no way hoe

Got to show my daughter a different way, got to be that light
You know I shine I’m oh so bright
She say she had to have to the son of god on sight
You know I came I beat it up, you know it’s right

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