"Peter Griffin" lyrics

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Champ
Aye y'all aint ready for this shit man
Look

Pockets on
Big big
Fat nigga
I got a couple of hoes
Who would come to my crib
Just to fuck for a snack nigga
Pockets on
Big big
Fat nigga
I got the records to prove
Whatever I say
I can make it a fact nigga

Bitch
Come and fuck wit me
I can make your day
Ask anybody you know
When they bring up champ
They'll tell you that he
Do not play

Aye
Stick with a clip
Size of a drum
Like pussy I'm
Making it spray
Huh
You haters can dip
Talkin that smack
Please
Do not talk on my name

I am borderline
Insane (I'm borderline insane)
Starting hella
Flames
Shooting for the chest
I bet that shit
Gon leave a stain
I am borderline
Insane (borderline insane)
Living for this fame
Bitch
Promise you can't tame this

Pockets on
Big big
Fat nigga
I got a couple of hoes
Who come to my crib
Just to fuck for a snack nigga
Pockets on
Big big
Fat nigga
I got the records to prove
Whatever I say
I can make it a fact nigga

Aye where I'm at
I'm at a show
And the crowd is packed
They passin a pack
I don't smoke on that
Rather fuck me a bitch
Who gon run a lap
Fuck
I meant run a race
Cuz I need a bitch
Who gon beat a case
Cuz I'm tryna travel
To every state
And turn that hoe up
Bitch it's no debate

"Oh my god are you champion?"
"Oh my god you're like sooo hot!"
"I'm your biggest fan..."
"Can I like... suck your dick?... pleaseee"

Nah bitch
Get the fuck off
My dick (bitch)
I don't owe you hoes
Shit
Well...
Unless ya face need some kids
Then
I think I can make it happen
But
I'm just tryna get rich
So
I think Ima stick to rappin
But
All you nigga get to packin
Cuz while I'm here I'm finna

Turn up!
Bitch
Turn up!
Yeah turn up!
I'm finna turn up!
Bitch
Turn up!
I'm finna turn up!
Bitch turn up
Bitch turn up!
Bitch!