Letra de Peachtree (Interlude) - Benny the Butcher & Black Soprano Family

(Feat. Black Soprano Family)

Butch', I'm not gonna hold you

And I'm dead serious

I know it's hot outside

But I think this heat is gettin' to niggas heads

Because why is these niggas outside with crop tops on?

Like, this shit is gettin' a little bit too far

We let them have the hookah's, we let them have the man purse

Shit, we even let them have each other

You know, y'all niggas love callin' each other "My heart"

And "My love" nowadays, y'all can have it

But can we keep our crop tops?

Y'all really takin' it too far

This shit has got to stop, like

Y'all even stole the small doggies from us

Niggas is runnin' 'round with the lil' mini fake ugly Frenchies

Why y'all not walkin' around with Rottweilers no more?

And Pitbulls, bring real niggas back, you heard?

This summer we need to bring real niggas up

Turn this shit up

Summertime Butch'

Butch', I'm not gonna hold you, I'm puttin' the pressure on you

I need you to make an anthem and bring the real niggas back

You heard?

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