Lyrics Real Music - P-Tree

Peter damn
Running man
Like the hands
On the clock
While I can
Doing what you not
If I call
Ain't no blank shots
Make him crawl
Psych no leg shots
Make 'em bawl
Standing at the snake's plot
Should've stayed indoors
Got laid out
Now you don't get choice
What to say 'bout
I don't AR
I don't go the snake route
And I know who they are
So I might stick around
But I might not
Best to surround
Yourself tight god
Vest ain't safe and sound
during a fight, watch
When I'm done
Need more
Than just a wet wipe
When I'm done
I'm hoping
You don't get right
Going 0 for fifty
Feeling all but guilty
You can call my filthy
And you're dead right

Certified dickhead
Girl come suck this dickhead
Or we can just fuck instead
I hope that you are misled
Misled right into bed
Yes miss get
Further down to give neck
I told you I'm a dickhead
What else did you expect
I'm going in to only receive
And not give head

I'm certified over qualified
When she came to me
I had some bags on me
When she pulled up
I had that cash on me
She like damn dank
Where you get all that
Bitch
Don't worry bout that
Just open the back for me
She make it clap for me
Throw it back on me
Ass so fat
And she latch on me
Do I qualify?
Can I capitalize
Turned 125 to a 350
350 turned to 1250
So quick God damn
I just changed the stock
I've been heavily prescribed
I could be a dickhead
But this dick and head gon' change your life girl

Certified dickhead
Girl come suck this dickhead
Or we can just fuck instead
I hope that you are misled
Misled right into bed
Yes miss get
Further down to give neck
I told you I'm a dickhead
What else did you expect
I'm going in to only receive
And not give head