ANDRE NICKATINA - Jelly ft Problem lyrics

rate me

Got out the car and said send her, don’t bend her

Maybe she’s a winner,

I tell her that she thick, she say she wanna be thinner

She something like a steak and prime Hennesey dinner

When she walk down town other bitches wanna get her

I’m Barney Rubble man, looking for a Betty

Who’s super duper fast with the fetti

Jam things up like Teddy,

Peanut Butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly

Yeah, real I be, erybody know me, need no id

Go hard on a hoe, ima V.I.P...I.M.P.

Bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper

Yeah, I’m bout the paper,

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

Man, she the type of pancakes that you like to see in the morning

Nothing that she wear be boring

Dolce and Gabana blue light,

That’s what I wore tonight,

For you to choose, break the shelf right, holla back

I let my curls fall out my hat

She like the vodka with the 7up, go bitch, throw it back

I might have to fast forward that, because the peanut butter ready,

So go ahead and add the jelly

Problem in this thang, diamond is the lane

Car paint wet like I’m riding in the rain

Swerving through the town drunk,

Mixing light and brown, not giving mad fuck

Cause I got the niggas get down

Got a thick chick with me, I met her through my rally

Peanut butter skin, pussy sweet as jelly

Bang to the tellie, got her drug, gave her liquor

Then I thought to myself

Why fuck when I can pimp her?

Yeah, real I be, erybody know me, need no id

Go hard on a hoe, ima V.I.P....I.M.P.

Bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper

Yeah, I’m bout the paper,

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

She said what’s up with the nose candy

Let’s get the party started

My ex boyfriend was light hearted

Now he’s with the dearly departed

Hello, night time mellow

Moving that jello, heels stay steady

Peanut butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly

Yeah, real I be, erybody know me, need no id

Go hard on a hoe, ima V.I.P...I.M.P

Bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper

Yeah, I’m bout the paper,

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper

Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her.

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