La Chat - Peanut Butter lyrics

[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 bu*ter, mutha f**a, nappy weave biitch Every time I see the ho, 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 s**er, 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 k** and f** 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 bullsh**, 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