Lyrics Peanut Vendor - Sideshow the King

Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone

Giving out nuts and they paying
And they discuss what I'm slangin'
I hit you in the guts while crocheting
Just a bad putt but I'm still slaying
Play aim at you, what are you saying?
I came at you tough, I'm not patient
And I'm not doctor
I got nuts and your girlfriend really want to see 'em
I'm poppin' off
I really feel free like a handout
I standout, Giddy panned out
Slap him in the face, get your man now
Read Free Willy to the band while I cook you in a pan now
Ranch style, and I pull my pants down
Just to piss at your parents house
Build your shit and I tear it down, wear it out
Sideshow climbed a hill got his merit now
Every Sunday I cum in your favorite towel
Damn, I just be honest, I get it without a demand
I just be making up tracks
And I'm making no profits, no playlists, or comments or fans
That's how I am, that how it is
Selling these nuts but I'm not selling jizz
So get off of my dick for a minute you bitch
Who you kidding, you rich
I think your parents just bought you that shit
I been working for mine
Working online for dime, working your mom on the side
Just needed rides, she needed time
When your father there, know my cock on her mind
Just got the text that I'm doing just fine
Now I believe it
I nutted online and your girl had to clean it
I nutted on her in your sh...
Fucking, ugh...

Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone

Putting weed in a bowl
Taking big hits, can't see, and you slow
Doing deeds on the low
You can't talk like that to me anymore
Watch out bitch, on the grand prix
I'm a scout bitch
Shawty thought she really had a key to the cove
You a stout bitch
Really thought you brave and you bold
Let's bounce bitch, don't really do what I'm told anymore
Took little shawty on some tardcore folly shit
Now she tag tongues at the farm store
Had this bitch Skywalking, talking 'bout some other shit
Sounding like Chewbacca out of Star Wars
Now I drive the car boy
Out this fucking bitch
Can't hear a fucking thing I'm blaring hard noise
Hard liquor and some hard shit for the head hit
Take a head trip
I give nuts in your bed, bitch

Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone
Too late the Peanut Vendor will be gone