Lyrics:
Reverend's pickin' up this round
It's always on the house so raise a glass
Now Peter's playin' pool with Paul and Mary
Looks like a game of round the world
the clan (Yeah yeah)
Fly like Peter Pan (Yuh yuh)
Whipping Pots and Pans (Yeah yeah)
Yea I got some hoes wocky mix it slow
Moving like a zombie In the studio
em all
Drum roll
Peter Paul
Nights I ain't eat at all
Hustle hard
To keep my name
Dodging hoes
Love and war
On my way to fame
Nigga get your shit
these times just like Rollie
Classic rhymes just like a oldie
Study these lines right off the scrollie
Eating that word like ravioli
Paul and Peter that
on the walls Peter Parker
Rollie on wrist help me to facetime
I know that Im in my prime time
Got the sun on my wrist, make a nigga go blind
Imma make it shine
interception & let you rob Peter like you got Paul to pay.
Juke, spin, with the stiff arm running with me baby you in the game for real!
With my killer instinct
this kid could be the greatest rapper on earth
He said his balls are small but look at the size of that dome
My parents called me Paul and then they took
ain't meetin no St. Peter
I'm the type that people follow
I'm in New York more than Sleep Hollow
If I drop a bag I get it back tomorrow
I don't care if
ourselves together people
Well even Peter's leaving Paul
The truth is stranger than the latest fiction
Tonight, we're headed over the wall
Well I heard that
IAM, dans la récré FF dans les story
Et d'autres groupes pour s'la péter
Premiers textes c'est pas terrible mais déjà je bats tes rimes
Sur mes sons je
Yeah
Jacob miller
Bob Marley, Peter Tosh
Dem deh man dem a killa
Dem make di music illa
Big up my friend Bounty Killa
Yeahh Gentleman...Beenie man
breathe, breathe
I'm in it, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor
Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air
My minds in the clouds and I
she's a goddess
And to Paul, he is a saint
And Adam, he's from the forest
And to Jane, all day she paints
You ask me how I feel now
Well I will tell you
robbed Paul and Paul bout to go find Peter
Can't see me like I'm John Cena, y'all Niggaz faker than mind readers
Keep holdin faith in this Blind leaders,
dom
Uša sam unutra ka trojanski konj
Hejteri mi kažu da sam tovarski trol
Da sam nosati gnom da sam dosadni slon
Ja im kažem jebi mater Vojko V je Peter
Peter said at one time I will not fall away even if the consequence of death is what I pay. Before the rooster crows you will deny me three times saying I
rain in the valley below
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, call me the king of the mountain
one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass nigga
Fuck screwin' it
Little Peter Pipter
these playas for the pussy eaters
Got you
on the radio
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
Way down low
And carry me home
Pray like Peter, preach like Paul
Jesus died to save us all
I
on the radio
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low,
Way down low
And carry me home
Pray like Peter, preach like Paul
Jesus died to save us all
I
parking in here
We about that action ain't no talking in here
Shorty twerking on the walls, Peter Parker in here
Haters in the rear view, ex on my phone
the risk
I'm tryna keep it low
Peter pay Paul, if not
They getting Peter rolled
Young Rondo with the give and go
I was always thinking upper echelon
Ate York Peppermint Patties, slung by Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag
With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
the gypsy madonna)
Truth is not always kind (jesus hosanna)
Peter and Paul they did condemn (this is the day of reckoning)
Women like the Magdalene (she you
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