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Peanut Butter Jelly (feat. Young Thug & Young Dro)

アーティスト:T.I.  アルバム:Da' Nic - EP 

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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, mint wafer 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


投稿者: T.I.P
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