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Everbody has a label that just how things are dealt,
Butter knife lips and rip tearing welts,
Ciroc feeling sipping on that taste of twot,
3o thousand dollar bricks with them peanut butter tops,
Silking off ay ease that U half it out,
Kiwi peanut butter, and some chocolate chow,
I got that peanut butter, U got that peanut butter,
I got that peanut butter, where that peanut butter,
I got that peanut butter on my mind,
So why don’t U describe,
That peanut butter sandwich,
Or that peanut butter crime,
See after drinking champagne daily what do U expect,
Cognitive explosions with the cognitive effect,
So I laid it on down with the wheels still turning,
A midsummer’s dream for the sting still pearling,
Life is just a movie and I’m still making bread,
That peanut butter genie is just all in your head,
I clip my nine beretta and my mind made her flip,
I spread her legs wide open and made her p..sy pop a dip,
All my diamonds talking main walls full of heat,
Gum make a sound as I close the technique.
