Peanut Punch Lyrics

[Intro: ]
Lewi B

[Chorus: Frisco]
12 of the months
Never been a joke man, not once
Select the ting the boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Nike Air dance
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch
12 of the months
Never been a eediat, not once
Back out the ting then boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Reebok pumps
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch
[Verse 1: D Rose]
I was up suit tryna earn me a quid when you was doing image and flex for a bitch
Sweet one said "what's no no?"
Have to get shown tru shе already knows what it is
Still step with things tryna put 'em in spliff
But lеt me not say no more 'bout it
Swear that these pigs want me in the cage or dipped
You don't really wanna see me get rich
Save all the f*ck boys I ain't got opp boys 'nough man chat but can't touch my skin
Well I can't lie nearly had me a close shave but that there can't happen again
Man must of thought cah Rose would put out his bros one day I'll walk round and slip
I beg man try me I'll flip that script
Best hide his mumsy cos I'll wig that prick
Nothing but screaming and grieving when I start squeezing so ask yourself this
Is it really worth seeing my people in the dirt cos you wan test real badnis
I step with real press, man that will kwef man just to make sure I don't go bins
Don't check, keep running up cheques so we can invest in food and loads of my tings
Best you watch out when my gang pop out man better mind cah I rise my thing
Ring some shot in the crowd and chip for my scene there's a head back loose man fling
Never been a joke from young man dealt with smoke, how you think man first went bin?
I was like 12 years old on one foot road with a toon black three eight spin

[Chorus: Frisco]
12 of the months
Never been a joke man, not once
Select the ting the boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Nike Air dance
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch 12 of the months
Never been a eediat, not once
Back out the ting then boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Reebok pumps
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch
[Verse 2: Tha First]
Gassed with the champagne buss
I'm in uptown with a ting ticker than peanut punch
It's clear they don't make no funds
That's why the gyaldem want someone like us
Might get bruk, belly get tuk
1 6 O when I'm flying up cunch
No we don't party with them still party with skengs
Just things that I've got man touched
Rise and level up, bro got his bezel up
Whole team full up with ice
And the whole of the dance just wet if emski steps then it's turned to a rife
If you're talking the price better talk to me right
Home girl talk to me nice
I just put one hand in the air but it could of been Fris that made it gon sky
Buckle up
No scrums on deck gotta lockle up
Still on the [?] but the boy wanna run it up
Secure me the bag gotta double up
Just got a call from mugs said he's running up
Run it back where? Are you dumb or what?
I can't talk cah I know that they cap a lot and chat a lot
The truth is bruh they ain't clapping off
Caught me a case man buss it
35 bags for the car no budget
Diamonds dance it's nothing
Just told M if you're music touching
Hit a little man in cut it
Blew ten bags in a day they ain't done it
He's talking smart say nothing
Told me chains have you saw that
[Chorus: Frisco]
12 of the months
Never been a joke man, not once
Select the ting the boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Nike Air dance
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch
12 of the months
Never been a eediat, not once
Back out the ting then boo boo boo boo
Make man run out his Reebok pumps
Listening to girls off beat cos you wanna beat
Blud that makes you a punk
I'll take your girl out for lunch
Yard food with the peanut punch

[Verse 3: Marno Soprano]
I will tek your gyal out for lunch
Likkle breakfast or a 1-2 dinner

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