Lyrics:
Nuttin Butter
By Vermon Rudd
Verse 1
This reminds me of an old vibe
Back when we were spinning 45's
Everybody in the back yard
Cousin P out
Weaving my thread through the way to your heart
No I’d never let you down girl you know you never get too far
She my peanut butter sweet take you by the jam
Scooby-Dooby-Doo
All my money hundreds, all my money blue
Told a bitch my dick is big, I lied
Quick pit stop, can't nut inside
Flip, we switch, hit her side-by
almond butter
I want all or nothing
Got ya stuck in my head
Like butter nut bread
Might cut it up
I’m Calling it Next it’s butter love
Might cut off your
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
I'm supposed to go get the money
And keep doin' favors and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me
I'm a fat boy
With a fat nut
Grab your playing toys
And shove them up your butt
I'm a fat boy
with a fat nut
Get rid of your toys
Cause I don't give
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
that I'm beat
I got my peers on my nuts, and the crowd on my feet
The only one who has my back is me, in reality, see
I'm constantly fighting heavy
Big draco hit em now he in a coma
Nigga u ridin the bus .. parks, rosa
These niggas be cappin like grabbin diplomas
I nut on her skin look like melanoma
my doors
My nuts play ping-pong from the noise;
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sitting next to your ass and cant hear what you got to say
My
clit like I'm a wizard
Pop that pussy like a blister
Bust a nut up in her gizzard
If you don't shut up, better nut up
And get cut up by this dirty narco
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
they cut like butter
Slideeee
Get paid for working my stick
Warzone plunder
Morse code sneaky
Talking in Signals
Car dirty is shit don't miss no Signals
a scammer
Freaky bitch don't got no manners
Map out my day with a planner
I'm high as hell of the canna
Slippery just like the butter
When we in public, I
Oh oh oh
La la la
I'm a little bit shy,
I wanna do it right
Kiss me under the light
I wanna hear you near by
Yeah once or twice is alright
I'm
Mama dug them up, one by one
She'd peel and she'd cut, let me tell you what
Hours in the kitchen made me a starch nut
Mashed and fried and scalloped
and Ban-Lon, and so on and on
These wonderful words spin around in my brain
Each one is a mystery I cannot explain
Like what does that Blue Magic whitener do
the fuck you think my life is about? Bitches hatin
What you think that butter knife is about? Bitches hatin
To see what this nigga's dick is about
Do he be
słów
By zagrać tę melodię nie musisz czytać nut
To jest twój blues to jest mój blues
Jest mój to jest mój blues
La la
Tak to już poukładane
Że bez
son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts
ever heard
And which is followed by a honeymoon
Where suddenly he'll realize
He's saddled with a nut
And want to kill me, which he should
Thanks
Serious man, your fucking' missus is nuts
My missus is nuts an' all
She rings me at least forty times a day
Serious
I seen you last night, you
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
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