Lyrics:
add up
Quick flight to Vegas
We don’t need no baggage
We stay in the money
I’m a green thumb addict
Want my Longer than a pea coat jacket
On a nigga
some shit now they telling me they need coke
Go in the booth after me and catch a heat stroke
I'll piss on your jacket give you a pea coat
We just
Moncler Moncler jacket jacket on me yeah (on me yeah)
Edamame green peas and please don't call me yeah (please don't call me yeah)
This some civilian
Call it denim jacket dapper
West coast and Washingtonian
The super loud laugher that Jesus lovin'
Church goin' son of a pastor
Hey, shout out to my
15 thousand that's just for a jean jacket
15 thousand that's just for a jean jacket
Yea we gon start like that
Turn me up in the headphones
Little
green like a pea pod, man
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier's got diamonds all
nice
Mi wi bring di clean nine
It anuh feline (No)
Mi gun two peas inna pod
Yuh get feed rice (Uhuh)
Inna di city gyal deh nuff
Mi nuh feel vice (Wah)
We
P's, I'm pushing P, and I pull up with the P's
Money green, lost some peas, veggies in the Cali
Triple Z's, when I squeeze, he be catching Z's
Catch
made a trouser cough
I've whistled in me Y-fronts
I've just peeled one off
I've blown my bowel bugle
I've been eating peas
I've broken wind
I've dropped
a period he now remembers as
A time of "black-eyed peas and hot dogs
For dinner" to his local reign
When he was suddenly "Mr philadelphia
" the hottest in
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
call yuh
What's a bitch to do yea I'm Baby Boy & shit (Baby Boy & shit)
Jody wit the Pea yea we really loadin' sticks (Pea)
Pray up on your lawn while I
Filled Up With Peas
(KOT: I Hate Peas)
(Strong Bad: I Know)
Bubs Would Give Away Flamethrowers
That Shoot Chocolate Hundred Dollar Bills
(Bubs: Imitation
vertically challenged
Now I'm jumping over these dudes
In their varsity jackets
So thank you to Sean
Carter and Marshall Mathers
I promise to make you art that
this shopping mall where boys wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and Arsenal shirts and the boys from Dagenham wear jackets called Harlem grinning
want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her
Dagenham wear jackets called Harlem
Grinning at the door of the Anne Summers sex shop
It's St. George's day and all the old people smile,
The young
in a box filled up with peas.
(King of Town: I hate peas!)
(Strong Bad: I know!)
Bubs would give away flamethrowers that shoot chocolate
the cheat and me (and me)
we'll see
and the king of town would be under ground in a box filled up with peas (i hate peas)
i know
and bubs would sell
sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down
street nigga
You get out of line
Imma get street with you I'm dead game
Bottom line let them heats hit you
My jacket went from rabbit to chinchilla
Ruth's
houses
And I'm livin' in a fucking hovel!
I mean, that bothers me
Ayo, juke joint party lights lit the Harlem nights
Peas and rice made a Judas out
We gon' hang on the opp block like the WiFi, that's a hotspot, and we keep rope
Wintertime, I keep a P inside a jacket, for rainy days, got a pea coat
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