Lyrics Peanut Butter - La Chat
[Verse
1]
Mayn
the
pitty
process
always
tryin
to
dynamack
All
the
(?)
chickens
wishin
they
can
be
La'
Chat
Ain't
no
way
that
you
can
be
me,
I
got
thuggin'
in
my
blood
Cookin'
pork
chops
and
that
rice,
Makin'
scrubs
fall
in
love
Don't
you
wish
that
you
could
ride
my
ride,
And
stay
up
in
my
grill
Makin'
cheese
cashin
checks,
Yeah
you
know
thats
how
I
live
Hope
that
you
can
be
like
me,
Freak
I'm
just
like
(?)
Shakin
trout,
For
her
sugar
daddy,
take
her
mamis'
friend
Everythang
you
wanna
do
is
all
the
things
that
I
dun
did
Drank
a
12
case
of
beur,
Rollin'
chockin'
with
my
nigs
Ride
(?)
independent
All
you
haters
and
you
dudes
tryin
to
choose,
Ya'll
can
holla
at
me
later
Talkin'
bad
about
La'
Chat,
But
you
know
you
lovin'
that
Cause
between
these
legs
is
fa.fa.fa.fa.fat
Ain't
no
messin
with
yo
game,
Cause
yo
kind
ain't
know
my
numbers
Say
you
takein'
care
of
me,
Boy
please
whatever
[Chorus]
x2
She's
a
peanut
butter,
mutha
fucka,
nappy
weave
biitch
Every
time
I
see
the
hoe,
she
all
in
my
shiit
All
my
baby
daddy
tryna'
get
what
I
get
Need
to
stay
up
out
of
mine
and
get
some
buisness
[Verse
2]
All
you
boys
be
on
my
do,
Wish
that
you
could
be
in
my
shoes
I
ain't
messed
up
with
no
sucker,
It's
to
many
thugs
to
choose
Now
you
wish
that
you
could
be
the
one
thats
gettin'
all
that
cheese
Even
if
he
mess
with
you,
He
still
gone
come
up
in
my
knees
All
you
freaks
wanna
run
and
tell
me
somethin
about
this
boy
Cause
you
know
that
I'm
the
one
he's
liable
to
still
kill
and
fuck
I
don't
know
how
you
stoopid
tricks
be
all
in
my
biz
I
got
(?)
Wanna
listen,
Wanna
learn,
I
got
somethin'
that
I
can
teach
If
I
die
there
will
never
be
another
one
like
me
Spreading
rumors,
Tellin'
lies,
Anything
to
do
me
in
But
the
ones
that
be
talking
really
want
to
be
my
friend
Yeah
I
know
I
got
you
hott,
Cause
my
name
is
all
around
town
If
you
try
to
run
up
on
me
mayn
you
know
its
goin'
down
Ain't
no
telling
what
I'm
thinking
yet,
I
keep
a
plan
in
mind
Why
you
talkin'
thats
the
reason
why
La'
Chat
will
always
shine
[Chorus]
x2
[Verse
2]
Yeah
you
can
critisize
my
name
it
only
bring
me
mo'
fame
I
already
know
what's
goin
on
a
lot
of
hatin'
in
this
game
It
be
nothing
having
broads
that
be
living
for
hate
It
be
these
(?)
looking
broads
La'
Chat
immitate
I
got
no
time
for
none
of
that
nonsense,
I'm
bout
makin'
cheese
And
already
don't
want
hear
no
bullshit,
I'm
stacking
them
cheese
It's
just
to
hot
out
here
to
live
I'm
only
tryin
to
maintain
These
freaks
be
jocking
my
baby
daddy
just
because
of
my
name
But
I
ain't
said
a
thang
tho,
He
can
get
all
yo
dough
You
stoopid
broads
be
droppin
it
off
be
thinkin'
yo
gon'
get
mo'
I'll
let
you
know
when
he
be
doing
after
he
get
all
your
checks
He
coming
home,
He
keepin'
me
and
his
baby
so
fresh
And
I
ain't
gotta
mess
with
him,
I
stay
away
from
the
drama
See
if
you
haven't
learned
yet,
They
lovin
the
baby
mama
So
keep
yo
distance,
keep
on
wishin',
Ain't
no
gettin'
what
I
got
And
keep
on
buyin
all
my
cd's
to
keep
my
name
hot
[Chorus]
x2
1 Intro
2 Don't Sang It
3 A Crumb 2 A Brick
4 You Ain't Mad Iz Ya
5 Ghetto Ballin'
6 Slob On My Cat
7 Salt Shakers Hotline
8 Salt Shakers
9 Peanut Butter
10 U Claimin' You're Real
11 Make Somethin'
12 Ain't No Ni**a
13 Ni**a Comin' Clean
14 What Kinda B**ch Do You Want
15 I Don't Trust Dem Boys
16 Yeah, I Rob
17 Wolf Pack
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