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SNAKE EYES Lyrics – PETER ROSENBERG

SNAKE EYES Lyrics – PETER ROSENBERG

Watch Peter Rosenberg Snake Eyes feat Ghostface Killah Crimeapple  Jim Jones video

[Ghostface] I used to tap dance all around a nigga ?????
?????? figure-four
Two little niggas holdin’ gold and stickin’ liquor stores
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, motherf*cker pick a door!

Cops pulled us over
We laughed and ripped our summons
Cruise on boats, stuff our hundreds in a gold vase
….??? tucked in between both legs
…….. cigars while I’m buzzin off a gold plate
Flying in a Swiss ounce?, bullet proof North Face
???????????? Wu Tang rituals
Bricks being broken on a scale being shipped to you
Hairy chest Bee Gees music, you could sniff it too
Scatter and Fat Nose Larry, they can sniff Peru

[Crimeapple]Designer shit only the official should listen to
My pockets on chicken coup, got all my opps miserablе
Popped up in the physical, two hundred hispanics
Now wе wondering where his man where
Start to stutter and panic
All this butter on my hands I outta cover tha planet
Rich homies hitting my line like: “You should come to the Hamptons!”
I just be lampin’ nigga Benz counting president faces
But lately what I tend to see the most is Benjamin Franklin
There’s no dancing, ya’ll retreating when we enter the function
A grown man become a fetus like Benjamin Button
Chickens love it, wanna rub my stomache, even sucks off dick

I only bust three times during sex if I’m exhausted
December you might see me in Colombia eating swordfish
Summertime I got a fever, wrist and teeth frost ?????
??????????
I’m getting paper cuts
Todo lo que … ?????
You gotta weigh it up
You turn up stuffed then luggage in Lithuania
I pop up blunted with Rosenberg at Wrestlemania

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[Jim Jones]Capo!
Ask Rosenberg about our very first encounter
He was talking slick shit, that could’ve been his worst encounter
I was fresh out the kitchen, I was still weighin’, workin’ counters
Trip of the wealth of the workin’, I’ll take you to the out of towners
When Ghost was up in Harlem shooting Ice Cream for the butter peacans
I was up in Harlem getting rid of them butter seed grams
They catch a body for ten, cash two for an extra three gram
By the power of grade school, the dust had ’em feelin’ like He-Man
When Barkley was at the line shooting up foul shots with a black eye
I was really up in houses supplying the fiends with a crack car(?)
There’s five thousand ways that you could break down a crack pot
Niggas either duck or get struck by these bullets when the mag fly
Yeah we that fly
Diplomats, I’m back by my gang
You get attacked by ?????
Harlem!

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Songwriter(s): Disco Vietnam, Jim Jones, Ghostface Killah
Record Label(s): 2021 Real Late Records
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