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T.i.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Peanut Butter Jelly Lyrics - T.i.

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 

 

Sleeping pants, watch it happen 

I'm having bread, I'm keeping bread 

I'm gettin' fat like a tread 

 

Mill i want that 

Baby that cap's for the feds 

That ain't yo ho, Don't tell her 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, they running 

 

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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 catch me with my strap I'ma 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 Doug High 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 

 

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 

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 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 (?) 

Cases federal 

I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical 

Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera 

(?) my nigga, I wanna clap for twenty bricks 

In the regal, pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater 

(?) I got this shit on 

I'm (?) 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 (?) 

And I've been smokin' on gas all (?) 

Pullin' up at the light no tag on 

AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit 

 

Bag all day 

(?) brave, I keep it brave 

I'm gettin' fast like a track 

(?) 

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 

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 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, (?), 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 wesavages 

 

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 retarded 

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 

Sleeping pants, watch it happen 

(?) brave, I keep it brave 

I'm gettin' fast like a track 

(?) 

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 

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 that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit 

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