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Of the world you ain't heard about Now all you hear is word of mouth Like Peter been where, Peter been there, Peter been here (yeah, yeah, yeah) Jacket Moncler,
never land Bird or a plane, fuck a name tag You could call me Peter Pan Look, hit the gas it's a New Year Last 12 had me racing out of first gear Drop
never had a run, your mouth the only thing you ran Niggas think they Peter Parker, acting tuff up on the web You a family guy like Peter, niggas never
out I'm whipping and they kissing my Peter out, I'm living a fast lifestyle Ten hoes on my phone right now, they ready to get piped down Casafreako she
get it darker Black and red's what I said, like that new suit, Peter Parker Yea we at the top, but I ain't no Tom Holland 49 cents a pound, bananas
comme tes photos M.A.T.H, premier feat, premier banger, premier fist Y a que les proches qui diront "first", on roule en Clio et en Ford Même
taught it Cyril of Jerusalem taught it Paul and Peter taught it Because Jesus taught it Family it's clearly unanimous Baptism truly is regenerative Go
stare all night long Fall asleep, wake up Frozen time, heart bust If I called you Peter would you run away to fight? Always putting others first will you
a nine And I'm the one you need girl Hey this Peter Pun is really flying Ya so would you bro if you Neverland Hey this Peter Pun is really flying Ya so
there ain't no jokin' When the pussy holes are open Ready to fuck until my dick is raw Yo! the muthafuckin' devil's son-in-law (Peter Peter
But first you must indulge me And count from one to ten Let the game begin I adore you when you touch me Pin the tail upon the donkey, You will
What do I do to make you smile You've been hurting for a while What can I do to make you laugh Get St. Peter's autograph What's that distance
and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree Of course it ain't for that I don't smoke
Life styles of the live-en-dead First ya live den ya dead, died trying ta clock what I said Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust ya cap with flavor,
from niggas rich See me I'm stackin mah chips flippin' mah chips Bitch I Peter Gunz I Listen I gobble pour all I broke No joke clear
first you must indulge me and count from one to ten Let the game begin I adore you when you touch me Pin the tail upon the donkey, you will surely
Hailstones, plastic awning Staccato sleep, fractured morning Peter's leaving, time is swollen Kitchen sink is overflowing Mold is growing Chemicals
Man who invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in first degree It ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself And I don't figure it'll ruin my
true Held my hand when I got my first tattoo I was naked when they penetrated Told everyone I'd slept with you Thought you liked it and you
Before I could read you wrote the book Cursed since your birth dear And your worst fears have all come true Held my hand when I got my first tattoo I
Do the work Better do the work Over here we put Am first When we do the work Do the work Better do the work Over here we put Am first When we do
and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree That ain't that I don't smoke myself
and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree That ain't that I don't smoke myself
and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree That ain't that I don't smoke myself
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