Peanut Butter by Ceddy P Lyrics
Cool Guy Summer…
All Year Round...
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Throw that thang back
Lemme see that thickness
Round and round, girl
Give em motion sickness
Melanin on a million
Brick house figure
High heels, no chill
Thicker than a snicker
(Baddi) Throw it up
(Baddi) Throw it back
Shorty thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter (Wait what?)
Mama thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
She get it poppin, butter popcorn poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Step back, look at her drop it, oh my my she got it/
Watch her ride like a rocket, like a rari, rari, rari, rari
Happy Hour, Pussy Powah
Double kiss it, Go Omari
She got the club sprung, got the Randys going T Pain
A different world where she come from, her daddy Dwayne
Wayne Wonder, ain't no holding back
Ass fat
Waist Slim Thug
Oh no un uh I ain't heard of that
Black dress DOA, Bae you murdered that
Murder weapon probably hidden in the Birkens bag
90 sitcom swag, she so Pam with the yams
Posting on Instagram
Back turned hot damn
Twerking in her story to city girls/Meg the Stallion
Self confidence is monstrous; I’m feeling like Khaled
On salad, on tofu
She's Goku, she's Gohan
She go super sai-yan
Now say it all with me
It’s the Ren-ai-ssance
Move it like a seance baby I see you
Move it to the drums like you from HBCU
A&T with the mindset (she getting paid)
HU with the wet wet oh she got the wave
Hot toddy bad body
Long legs short patience
Throw them things in the air
That’s some hella elevation
Education teach me something something I don’t know though
Uptown girl, Now turn around and show your SoHo
Throw that thang back
Lemme see that thickness
Round and round, girl
Give em motion sickness
Melanin on a million
Brick house figure
High heels, no chill
Thicker than a snicker
(Baddi) Throw it up
(Baddi) Throw it back
Shorty thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter (Wait what?)
Mama thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Tell the Bartender to send her a glass
Celebrate that ass
Can't believe it's not butter OK...C she got that thunder
Move it fast, move it slow
Bust a Rhyme, baby gimme some more
She get so cold she hit the floor like Melyssa Ford in 04
Shake it like your birthday, like it’s Earth Day
Like she forgot why in the first place
Incredibly bad, looking like Regine and Max
Matter of fact getting the bag, nice little can in the back
That's the Lays that’s the Pringles
Foxxy...Jamie with the jingles
I’m a fan of your fancy, no plain white rice
Hair did, toenails (What color?)
Privilege white
Ass outta sight, behind outta mind, super fine, now watch her grind
I told her "Back That Azz Up"
Taking over for the 9-9
And the 2000, Infinity and beyond
Missy this what we on?
Missy get ur freak on
Missy what are you drinking?
Missy remember Bacardi
Have you going Cousin Faith in the middle of the party
That's a twist of fate, like to call that Jeff Hardy
Hardy Boys, Hardee's chicken
Legs and thighs, damn you thickums (Yeah!)
All Year Round...
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Throw that thang back
Lemme see that thickness
Round and round, girl
Give em motion sickness
Melanin on a million
Brick house figure
High heels, no chill
Thicker than a snicker
(Baddi) Throw it up
(Baddi) Throw it back
Shorty thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter (Wait what?)
Mama thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
She get it poppin, butter popcorn poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Step back, look at her drop it, oh my my she got it/
Watch her ride like a rocket, like a rari, rari, rari, rari
Happy Hour, Pussy Powah
Double kiss it, Go Omari
She got the club sprung, got the Randys going T Pain
A different world where she come from, her daddy Dwayne
Wayne Wonder, ain't no holding back
Ass fat
Waist Slim Thug
Oh no un uh I ain't heard of that
Black dress DOA, Bae you murdered that
Murder weapon probably hidden in the Birkens bag
90 sitcom swag, she so Pam with the yams
Posting on Instagram
Back turned hot damn
Twerking in her story to city girls/Meg the Stallion
Self confidence is monstrous; I’m feeling like Khaled
On salad, on tofu
She's Goku, she's Gohan
She go super sai-yan
Now say it all with me
It’s the Ren-ai-ssance
Move it like a seance baby I see you
Move it to the drums like you from HBCU
A&T with the mindset (she getting paid)
HU with the wet wet oh she got the wave
Hot toddy bad body
Long legs short patience
Throw them things in the air
That’s some hella elevation
Education teach me something something I don’t know though
Uptown girl, Now turn around and show your SoHo
Throw that thang back
Lemme see that thickness
Round and round, girl
Give em motion sickness
Melanin on a million
Brick house figure
High heels, no chill
Thicker than a snicker
(Baddi) Throw it up
(Baddi) Throw it back
Shorty thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter (Wait what?)
Mama thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Thicker than a frozen jar of peanut butter
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Oh my, oh me oh my
Tell the Bartender to send her a glass
Celebrate that ass
Can't believe it's not butter OK...C she got that thunder
Move it fast, move it slow
Bust a Rhyme, baby gimme some more
She get so cold she hit the floor like Melyssa Ford in 04
Shake it like your birthday, like it’s Earth Day
Like she forgot why in the first place
Incredibly bad, looking like Regine and Max
Matter of fact getting the bag, nice little can in the back
That's the Lays that’s the Pringles
Foxxy...Jamie with the jingles
I’m a fan of your fancy, no plain white rice
Hair did, toenails (What color?)
Privilege white
Ass outta sight, behind outta mind, super fine, now watch her grind
I told her "Back That Azz Up"
Taking over for the 9-9
And the 2000, Infinity and beyond
Missy this what we on?
Missy get ur freak on
Missy what are you drinking?
Missy remember Bacardi
Have you going Cousin Faith in the middle of the party
That's a twist of fate, like to call that Jeff Hardy
Hardy Boys, Hardee's chicken
Legs and thighs, damn you thickums (Yeah!)