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Peanut Butter Lyrics by La Chat

Murder She Spoke

2001

[Verse 1]
Mane it be these broads that's always tryin' to down the mack
All the time it be these chickens wishin' they could be La' Chat
Ain't no way that you can be me, I got thuggin' in my blood
Cookin' pork chops and that rice, makin' scrubs fall in love
Know you wish that you can ride my ride, and stay up in my crib
Makin' cheese, cashin' checks, yeah you know that's how I live
Hope that you can be like me? Freak, I'm just like Pimpin Ken
Checkin traps for a sugar daddy, take him and his friend
Everythang you wanna do is all the things that I done did
Drank a twelve case of beer, rollin', chockin' with my nig
Ridin' twankies, shining pinkie, independent on you haters
And you dudes tryin' to choose, ya'll can holla at me later
Talkin' bad about La' Chat, but you know you lovin' that
'Cause between these legs is fa-fa-fa-fa-fat
Ain't no messin' with yo kind, 'cause yo kind ain't on my level
Say you takin' care of me, boy please, whatever
[Chorus]
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
[Verse 2]
All you broads be on my dude, wish that you could be in my shoes
I ain't messed up 'bout no sucker, it's too many thugs to choose
Know you wish that you could be the one that's gettin' all that cheese
Even if he mess with you, he still gon' come fulfill my needs
All you freaks wanna run and tell me somethin' about this boy
'Cause you know that I'm the one he's robbing, stealing, killing for
I don't know why you stupid tricks be all in my mix
I got pimpin' in my pimpin', it's as strong as pimpin' gets
Wanna listen, wanna learn, I got somethin' that I can teach
If I die there will never be another one like me
Spreading rumors, tellin' lies, anything to do me in
But the ones that be talking really want to be my friend
Yeah, I know I got you hot, 'cause my name is all around town
If you try to run up on me mane you know its goin' down
Ain't no telling what I'm thinking, yeah I keep a plan in mind
Why you talkin' that's the reason why La' Chat will always shine
[Chorus]
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
[Verse 3]
Yeah you can criticize my name, it only bring me mo' fame
I already know what's goin' on, a lot of hatin' in this game
It be these nothing having broads that be living for hate
It be these dusty looking broads La' Chat intimidate
I got no time for none of that nonsense, I'm 'bout makin' cheese
And I really don't want hear no bullshit, I'm stacking them cheese
It's just too hard out here to live, I'm only tryin' to maintain
These freaks be jocking my baby daddy just because of my name
But I ain't saving nan tho, he can get all ya dough
You stupid broads be droppin' it off be thinkin' yo gon' get mo'
I'm lettin' you know what he be doing after he get all your checks
He coming home, he keepin' me and his baby boy fresh
And I ain't gotta mess with him, I stay away from the drama
See if you haven't learned yet, they lovin' the baby mama
So keep yo distance, keep on wishin', ain't no gettin' what I got
And keep on buyin' all my CD's for my name to stay hot
[Chorus]
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
She's a peanut butter, muthafucka, nappy weave bitch (yeen know)
Every time I see the ho, she all in my shit (yeen know)
On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get (yeen know)
Need to stay up out of mine and get some business (yeen know)
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About “Peanut Butter” by La Chat

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"Peanut Butter" appears on "Murder She Spoke" in 2001.

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