Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peanut Butter Jelly, artist - T.I.. Album song Da' Nic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: King
Song language: English
Peanut Butter Jelly |
| Peanut butter jelly, 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 you know they did it |
| Sleep in Paris, watch it happen |
| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread |
| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that |
| Baby that cap’s for the feds |
| Now that your ho, 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 ceiling, they over there runnin' |
| I look like I came from nothin' |
| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it |
| Yeah, I drink on that lean |
| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit |
| Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit |
| I guess I go to jail if I want that lil bitch |
| They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil bitch |
| I don’t answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer |
| Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that’s it |
| A lot of nigga shit, talkin' you don’t ever get paid |
| Remember me, I’ve been bout it, dealin' out the 10th grade |
| Ridin' 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 you can’t go hard then you can’t come here |
| Let me make somethin' clear |
| If you lookin' for a sucker well it ain’t none here |
| Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here |
| Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere |
| On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere |
| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread |
| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that |
| Baby that cap’s for the feds |
| Now that your ho, 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 ceiling, they over there runnin' |
| I look like I came from nothin' |
| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it |
| Yeah, I drink on that lean |
| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit |
| Okay, big 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, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal |
| I’m a felon, don’t throw it off, I need medical |
| Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera |
| And I don’t want one ho nigga, I wanna a plethora |
| Twenty bricks in the regal |
| Pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater |
| Death threat, I got this shit on |
| I’m untouchable man I got this shit on |
| Nigga you die soon as I say okay |
| My whip? |
| That’s strawberry Yoplait |
| I got a chopper on the charger |
| You put a little gas in it, that motherfucker blow about 4 days |
| Niggas broke |
| And I’ve been leanin' on Ac' all in this bitch |
| And I’ve been smokin' on gas all in this bitch |
| Pullin' up at the light no tag on my shit |
| AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit |
| Bag all day |
| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread |
| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that |
| Baby that cap’s for the feds |
| Now that your ho, 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 ceiling, they over there runnin' |
| I look like I came from nothin' |
| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it |
| Yeah, I drink on that lean |
| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit |
| I got the bread |
| Ya’ll bitch’ll give me the head |
| Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed |
| Hit that lil bitch from the back |
| And I take out with your pack |
| And I’m not givin' it back |
| I done lost all my respect |
| Don’t drink no red, we pour Act |
| Sippin' on lean, it’s so crazy |
| I ride out that second, I swear I don’t know how to act |
| Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I’m so-so with these carrots |
| My bitch the baddest, but she not your 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 for my momma |
| Take off with your pack and keep runnin' |
| I’m not the Birdman but I’m stunnin' |
| I flip that bitch like a omelet |
| I’ve been with ya from the start |
| I did that shit from my heart |
| I’m so so so sorry I hurt you |
| And I see the scar but you know I’m worked hard |
| Peanut butter jelly, 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 you know they did it |
| Sleep in Paris, watch it happen |
| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread |
| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that |
| Baby that cap’s for the feds |
| Now that your ho, 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 ceiling, they over there runnin' |
| I look like I came from nothin' |
| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it |
| Yeah, I drink on that lean |
| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit |