Peter Lyrics – Token

[Chorus: Token]
Peter picked a peck of picked peppers
How the fu*k I pick a ho?
It’s like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row
How we become enemies, I really don’t know?
I would say I’m sorry but I’m not a sorry ass—

[Verse 1: Token, Tech N9ne]
Good morning ho, can I get you a water?
I like a degenerate who can regenerate
Liquor be waking me up with the scaries
I gotta go hibernate to get that third away

People are driving around with their friend
I’mma knock on his window and tell ’em their friend is fake
I find it funny you’re talking s*it, ’bout to go home
He said, “Don’t think they’re doing the very same
All of your boyfriends are cheating and
All of your girlfriends are who gon’ be fu*king them after you
Dig out a mighty b!tch, hold up (??)
Hid in the bathroom to get him to simmer his attitude
I used to live on a cul-de-sac but I don’t like being cornered, I rather an avenue
I like a post sign
Pose like a platypus (??)
Platter the pus
Look what I put my palette through

Scary day when the colored rapper throughs you golden
Like Harry they’re gonna laugh at you
Crack a few like the comedians have to do
Rap a nude, then I gotta (??)
You get (??) like a sack of poo
Abracadabra from me and this cracker move
Half of you kabanos stacking is wack
Have you yapping your crappers and (??)
Yabadabadoo
Penny-pushing a percentage they pay to
Is missing more money, more scenery made for you

Don’t let that diamond or devil delay you, bruh
I convey to you, bruh

Thinking you standing on business
You laid to dust, all because you make moment to make moolah
So superior, slipping, I slay you, bruh
You get (??)

Big bay rublah (??)

I just told that chubby rapper, “Hit the gym, you weigh too much,” (Yuh)
I just told that Christian rapper, “Shut up, b!tch, you pray too much,” (Yuh)
I just told that syllable rapper, “Dork, you saying way too much
I just told his model girlfriend, “Throw it up,”
She ate too much

[Chorus: Token]
Peter picked a peck of picked peppers
How the fu*k I pick a ho?
It’s like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row
How we become enemies, I really don’t know?
I would say I’m sorry but I’m not a sorry ass—

Tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes all in line
Talk about me but I can hear it from behind
Did a number on her, but I still gave her her prime
I just made a ten do a split, is she now a five?

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne, Token]
Ayy, you get the murder from Nina
All over the planet I’m pushing it right at the satellite
Thinkin bout pushing, I’m off in the cushion
And me and my lady, we using a rag at night
Not the mineral, genitals had a fight
I’m in the middle, not little my appetite
Then I’m busting on through like a maga might
I got a friend like a good abba zabba bite

All of my homies are fake
And we truly got nothing in common
Except that I’m also fake
I put my kids on her face
And I leave just to let them discuss what to get me for Father’s Day
She used to love me and now she my woman (??)
But she always know that I’m a call away
Every time I wanna kill myself
I try distracting myself in the mall with a shopping day
Body so sensitive, she like a hair trigger plus
Party in the back like a mullet
If I do crash the car, I might just build me a cabin with the interiors wooden
I’m tryna find me an older woman but today I’m in the 22 like a bullet
I tried becoming the friend of a rapper
He ended up hitting his girlfriend, I couldn’t

I make a move, when I’m playing the groove
I get them in the mood and the people, they love it
I got a new one that’s coming your way in the summer
I really just gave you a nugget
Fu*k it, it’ll be so good to hear it
I know all the people are sick of the rubbish
I bet all the women that hear it are gonna be begging for the Tecca Nina to plug it
Pistol punks are pairing me with peons
I beyond predict the flow
Speaking of flow, I got the type that really rake in the dough (Dough)
Re mi like as Sam
I get the evil dead with my four
Five N9nas live back when Token go!

[Chorus: Token]
Peter picked a peck of picked peppers
How the fu*k I pick a ho?
It’s like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row
How we become enemies, I really don’t know?
I would say I’m sorry but I’m not a sorry ass—

Tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes all in line
Talk about me but I can hear it from behind
Did a number on her, but I still gave her her prime
I just made a ten do a split, is she now a five?

[Verse 3: Token]
I just told that loser rapper, “Make a friend, you have no bros,”
I just told that ho Canadian rapper, “Pu*sy, go back home,”
I just told that 35-yr-old rapper, “Don’t lap at your age
I just told that label head to let that rapper out his cage!
Losing respect for the people I used look up to
Bro don’t meet your heroes, they’re cornballs
I’m tryna become a girl ’cause when you catch a girl in a lie
She convince you it’s your fault
Token left both of her legs hanging so much
They gave out that work and she left with the floor crawl (??)

People keep telling a joke about me
That I won’t be a legend the day that the Lord call

[Outro: Kam Patterson]
You get it? You not supposed to be here
If you keep acting like it, like the s*it you doing right now
You never gon’ be here again, man
Figure it out, you fu*king weirdo