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Peter Piper
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Utwór Peter Piper został wydany 17 lipca 2025 przez Mon'et Music jako część albumu Trauma Made Me Sexy
17 lipca 2025
WytwórniaMon'et Music
JęzykEnglish
BPM
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper
Bent her over, made her wetter than the weather
Slippery slope, got the grip like leather
Whipped cream dreams, I’ma spread it, no effort
Tongue tied, twistin’ up the syllables
She a bad baddie, so clinical
Mixin’ the freaky with the mythical
I’m the rhyme god, bitch, nothin' typical
Peter got a pipe and he lay it like a sermon
Tapped on her spine like he testin' out the bourbon
Red light lips with the hair all curly
Said she vegan, but she gobblin’ early
Nursery rhyme, but the verse X-rated
Pussy like a potion, I’m intoxicated
She call me chef, how I plate that cake
Got buns in the oven, but it ain’t no bake
Drop it low like Humpty fell
Ride it fast like a Carousel
She said damn, you rhyme too well
I said baby, I was built for hell
Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper
Bent her over, made her wetter than the weather
Slippery slope, got the grip like leather
Whipped cream dreams, I’ma spread it, no effort
Tongue tied, twistin’ up the syllables
She a bad baddie, so clinical
Mixin’ the freaky with the mythical
I’m the rhyme god, bitch, nothin' typical
Little Miss Muffet sat on my face
Curds and whey all over the place
Tales from the crib, yeah I wrote that shit
Gave her three bears like it's Goldilocks lit
Mary had a lil’ lamb, now she got a Mon’et
Put her on the track and she bust in 4K
Jack and Jill, nah I jacked her still
Poured her a shot, then I paid her bill
Dick like a limerick, long and clever
Got her on my tongue like a cursed endeavor
Twistin’ up scripts like a plotline glitch
I put the G in Grimm, narrate that bitch
Twist it, flip it, rhyme so slick
She said Mon’et, your brain’s too quick
Click clack tongue like a damn drum stick
I ain’t Peter Piper, I’m the whole damn script
No fairy tale, just freak and finesse
Bitch left my crib in a wrinkled dress
Gave her a riddle, now she obsessed
Who picked who, she said I guess
Moral of the story
Don’t lose no man with a tongue like that
Or do
I don’t care
Written by: Dakota Paul
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