Pickled Peppers ft. Antwon Levee & DJ Rest Lyrics

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track

Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers

Red leather, yellow leather

Whether the weather is fine or not

You know the rhymes is hot clever

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers

Tip of the tongue, teeth and the lips

The kick of the drum, spit up a lung

Freak when it hits

You twiddle your thumbs, diddily dum

Tweakin' your wrists

Riddle me this, riddle me that

Pleadin' the fifth

I'm eatin' a Ritz

Bet the bougie cracker sue me after

Smack a goofy wack rapper, you's a movie actor

I heard the groupie chatter, that don't even truly matter

Jewelry snatcher, I'm foolish, I roll a oolie fatter

I'm truly flattered and fascinated, infatuated

Soaked into the fabric fibers and saturated

Caffeinated, I'm making it pop, percolate

Bop bop, hurt your face, stop drop, murk the place

Shut it down, open up shop, make it worth the wait

Work the bass, let it blast you off earth to space

Word to Mase and to Fabolous and to Jadakiss

I know the haters hated this, they afraid of this

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track

Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers

Red leather, yellow leather

Whether the weather is fine or not

You know the rhymes is hot clever

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers

Green gobs of them greasy and grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdie feet

They be like, "Blam em Dust"

Oh, I see you heard of me

Shout out all my haters, nah, that ain't gonna work for me

I don't owe no favors, I'ma make you work for me

Or burglary, I keep it sturdy for emergencies

I'm virtually indestructible, word to Hercules

I've certainly been impervious inadvertently

Verbally vicious, and ambitious with circuitry

Star scenery, Mars, Venus, and Mercury

Moving more units and makin' the muscle flex

I'm double checkin' the stats, whoever's toughest next

You rubber neckin' them racks, I'd rather bust some sets

I'm tougher wreckin' the tracks

Let it crack, adjust your neck

Give it up for the greatest to ever grace the game

We makin' gains, you would break

You can't take the pain

Makin' it pop, percolate

Makin' it pop, percolate

Flex

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track

Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers

Red leather, yellow leather

Whether the weather is fine or not

You know the rhymes is hot clever

A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter

Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers