Lyrics:
Ayo, Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap
Well, what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up
Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
name Peter, papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit
Peter Parker
Or either Peter Piper
A seed the type to pee the diaper blame it on the wiper
It's really not your concern why I got the knife sir
You
Niggas hate Hoes throwing shade No time to play You'll catch the fade
It's family first No time to waste I cant let you take from my Dinner Plates No
Wake up it's a new day feeling stressed but i'm ok, boy you know you gotta push on
New day make the call first play we gon show em what we got we gon
Shoot first
Go hard
They ain't think I go hard
Shoot first
Go hard
Better stay up on your guard
You need to pause the game like a referee
Leviticus and numbers
Deuteronomy I read to
Joshua call up the judges tell them call up Ruth
First and second Samuel gwan rope in to
The first and second
When you put God first it’s nothing to worry bout’
It all worked out
First I had to get rid of that self doubt
Now it’s way too many blessings count
It
First things first, girl tell me where your head's at
Are you a one night stand or a long term plan?
Girl, listen, I ain't even try to hear that
though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Every
night
Put you on my first class flight
That's why they call me Mr. Farenheit.
The way you shake it girl suit me right
Looks like you can do it all night,
Stepped into the ring
Now my back against the ropes
Peter Pan poke
Maybe it's the juice
Baby you deserve the truth
All I did was use you
That's borderline
quarter tuck
Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck
East!
Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker
Trash bags to the ceiling, it
1, 2, 3, 4
Second chances rarely come
I'll be the first one to take mine
With your kiss
Or slightest touch
It's enough for me to take flight
And I
Peter my brother
But you're out here moon walking like Michale
Oui look Jackson why you Lacking
Move to that ting right now and start chatting and if
(Hazey Haze)
I fell in love on the first of April like a fool for you
Two or more months
Were more than amazing but then you flew
Many many miles
the hands
Perpetrate my vision you a slave to the gram
Never never land vacate like Peter Pan
First it was love used to come my way
I guess it prolly matters
seek him first and you will get your blessing every knees shall now and every tongue confess him say he's my Jesus say he's your Jesus say he's my Jesus
Eve stole first and Adam second.
St. Peter umpired the game.
Rebecca went to the well with the pitcher.
While Ruth in the field won fame.
Goliath
and effect, we having sex
What goes around must go around that's why I'm always feeling bless
Peter picked the pipe up, I showed him how to use a tech
Peter
little shorty through the grapevine
Said she on her period I said I'm on a vamp vibe
I ain't Saint Peter baby you ain't getting baptized
Said you want
In the middle of hell
lies a little St. Peter
in a hospital bed
burning up
With a cloth to his head
he is ridden by fever
and I can't even tell
of God
In Christ, you gotta suffer
Paul says in Romans, we are joint heirs with Jesus
But if we are to share in His glory, we first must share in His
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