Peanut Butter Powerglide
[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
(Yeah, ho)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed, comin' in peanut butter
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make peanut butter, I can't wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
If she bad, I put a peanut butter on, snow globe (globe)
I'ma have that peanut on lock like po-po (yeah)
She was goin' up and down like yo-yo (down)
You can say I'm greedy 'cause I always want peanut butter
I don't fuck with holmes 'cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Ooh, money on peanut butter, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Give these n***as with some money some peanut butter
She don't stop, peanut butter not included (go)
Oh, big ballin' like Mutombo
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do peanut butter? (yeah)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, I'ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol' up)
I don't care if she had a man, so? (Man?)
Peanut butter gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that peanut like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a peanut butter? (Hit)
She gon' suck like a peanut butter (woo)
My fee higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like peanut butter
Baby, you know I got the hots for peanut butter (I've got the hots)
I've been workin', so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for peanut butter"
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my peanuts closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype peanut butter, not a Jaguar (skrrt)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho, pass around my feet, ho
Rollie on my feet, Flavor Flav with the steez, ho
Feet residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than my feet (feet)
And a n***a be dressin', walkin' 'round, Gucci steppin'
Unintentional flexin', tryna send out my feet
Money walk with my feet, shake that ass wit' my feet
Seein' stars in the rental, got your feet in the rental
20K in A.O.D. and it's just me and my feet
Tryna send my feet to college, I ain't coppin' no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with my feet, but that don't mean she a freak ho
Fuck with feet and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from my feet, yeah, shout out my feet, ho
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparklers
I pour up for all the girls, but I'ma drink out my feet
[Interlude: (Swae Lee) & {LeafyIsHere]
What's in ya mu--
[Music gets silenced]
*cop walkie talkie signal*
{Used car sales}
--but a dollar sign
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar chin, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski
Chiny bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her chin, if she with it, on the chin, y'all can split it
In the bed or the Lamb' (or the Lamb')
Got your bitch suckin' chin on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
V12 helped me get up out the jam (out the jam), trunk full of chin
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my chin
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the chin
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin' but them chinny chin-chins
In the game, posted up (up), puttin' chins up (up)
Bitch, run me that check first, I don't want a chin (yeah)
They say it's cuffin' season, baby, you ain't good enough
She want a real chin, dawg, you ain't hood enough
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up (yeah), nah, I ain't hostin' (oh)
Peanut butter in my lap (yeah) because these hoes don't wanna roll it (yeah) I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide (hey)
*vroom* Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Outro: Swae Lee]
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
(Yeah, ho)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed, comin' in peanut butter
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make peanut butter, I can't wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
If she bad, I put a peanut butter on, snow globe (globe)
I'ma have that peanut on lock like po-po (yeah)
She was goin' up and down like yo-yo (down)
You can say I'm greedy 'cause I always want peanut butter
I don't fuck with holmes 'cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Ooh, money on peanut butter, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Give these n***as with some money some peanut butter
She don't stop, peanut butter not included (go)
Oh, big ballin' like Mutombo
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do peanut butter? (yeah)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, I'ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol' up)
I don't care if she had a man, so? (Man?)
Peanut butter gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that peanut like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a peanut butter? (Hit)
She gon' suck like a peanut butter (woo)
My fee higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like peanut butter
Baby, you know I got the hots for peanut butter (I've got the hots)
I've been workin', so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for peanut butter"
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my peanuts closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype peanut butter, not a Jaguar (skrrt)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho, pass around my feet, ho
Rollie on my feet, Flavor Flav with the steez, ho
Feet residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than my feet (feet)
And a n***a be dressin', walkin' 'round, Gucci steppin'
Unintentional flexin', tryna send out my feet
Money walk with my feet, shake that ass wit' my feet
Seein' stars in the rental, got your feet in the rental
20K in A.O.D. and it's just me and my feet
Tryna send my feet to college, I ain't coppin' no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with my feet, but that don't mean she a freak ho
Fuck with feet and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from my feet, yeah, shout out my feet, ho
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparklers
I pour up for all the girls, but I'ma drink out my feet
[Interlude: (Swae Lee) & {LeafyIsHere]
What's in ya mu--
[Music gets silenced]
*cop walkie talkie signal*
{Used car sales}
--but a dollar sign
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar chin, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski
Chiny bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her chin, if she with it, on the chin, y'all can split it
In the bed or the Lamb' (or the Lamb')
Got your bitch suckin' chin on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
V12 helped me get up out the jam (out the jam), trunk full of chin
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my chin
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the chin
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin' but them chinny chin-chins
In the game, posted up (up), puttin' chins up (up)
Bitch, run me that check first, I don't want a chin (yeah)
They say it's cuffin' season, baby, you ain't good enough
She want a real chin, dawg, you ain't hood enough
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up (yeah), nah, I ain't hostin' (oh)
Peanut butter in my lap (yeah) because these hoes don't wanna roll it (yeah) I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide (hey)
*vroom* Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She want a peanut speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign
[Outro: Swae Lee]
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