T.I. - Peanut Butter Jelly (PBJ) lyrics
rate me(Produced by London On Da Track)
Ft. Young Thug, Young Dro
(Bridge: Young Thug)
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless ya know they did it
Sleepin' pants, watch it happen
(Hook: Young Thug)
I on't have a break, I keep it brave
I'm getting fast like a track
Feel I wan' dat
Baby that cap's fo' the FEDs
Now that yo hoe, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga
I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceilin'
I look like I came from nothing'
And I look like I came fo' sumething
And I'm coming, I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke that dope till I muthafucking vomit
(Verse: T.I.)
Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit
I guess I done dat if I would that little bitch
They kept me with my strap on my own, that little bitch
I don't answer no questions, won't speak with my lawyer
Tell yo boss I said one more phone call, that's it
A lot of nigga shit, talking ya don't eva get paid
Remember me, I've been bout it by the time o' tenth grade
Riding round in my homeboy Buick, with a tool in the unit
We'd go to school, eat lunch, cut school, get back to it, nigga
Listen nigga, this the Bankroll Mob
If ya can't go hard then ya can't come here
Lemme make sumething clear
If ya looking fo' a sucker well it ain't none here
Look we got a tele rafe fo' days, we can spray from here
Hit yo ass on the side of the face somewhere
On the side of the road, let ya lay somewhere
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Young Dro)
Okay, beat paper
If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then shit paper
Sick flavor
Got the white double mint twin with me on Simpson, (?)
Swag impeccable, pecking a (?)
Cases federal
I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical
Oh ya regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera
(?) my nigga, I wanna clap fo' twenty bricks
In the regal, pulling up at the ridge, extended heater
(?) I got this shit on
I'm (?) man I got this shit on
Nigga ya die soon as I say okay
My whip? That's strawberry Yoplait
I got a choppa on the charger
Ya put a lil gas in it, that muthafucka blow about 4 days
Niggas broke
And I've been leaning on Ac' all in, Ac' all in this bitch
And I've been smoking on gas all in, gas all in this bitch
Pulling up at the light no tag on
AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit
Bag all day
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Young Thug)
I got the bread!
Bad bitched give me the head
Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed
Hit that lil bitch from the back
And I take out with yo pack
And I'm not giving it back
I done lost all my respect
Don't drink no red, we pour Act
Sipping on lean, it's so crazy
I ride out that second, I swear I dunno know how to act
Keep it going in a chargin' bunny all so-so with these carrots
My bitch the baddest, but she not yo average
She so, so arrogant, woah
Her titties calcium, my booty calories
And both of 'em squish me, God damn we savages
I do this shit fo' my mama
Take off with yo pack and keep running
I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunning
I flip that bitch like a Hamlet
I've been with ya from the start
I did that shit from my heart
I'm so so so sorry I hurt ya
And I see the scar but ya know I'm retarded
(Bridge)
(Hook)
