T.I. - Peanut Butter Jelly (PBJ) lyrics

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T.I. - Peanut Butter Jelly (PBJ) lyrics

[Intro] We got London on the track [Pre-Hook: Young Thug] Peanut bu*ter jelly, peanut bu*ter jelly Peanut bu*ter jelly, peanut bu*ter jelly Peanut bu*ter jelly, no deli I got money, check the store credit No new names unless you know they did it Sleep in palace, watch it happen [Hook: Young Thug] 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 That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn bout no n***a I don't give no f** bout no n***a, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these b**hes 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 motherf**in' vomit [Verse 1: T.I.] Run up that check, give a f** bout that sh** I guess I go to jail if I want that lil b**h They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil b**h 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 n***a sh**, 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, n***a Listen n***a, 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 s**er well it ain't none here Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here Hit your a** on the side of the face somewhere On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere [Hook: Young Thug] 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 That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn bout no n***a I don't give no f** bout no n***a, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these b**hes 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 motherf**in' vomit [Verse 2: Young Dro] Okay, big paper If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then sh** 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 n***a, I wanna a plethora Twenty bricks in the regal Pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater d**h threat, I got this sh** on I'm untouchable man I got this sh** on n***a 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 motherf**er blow about 4 days n***as broke And I've been leanin' on Ac' all in this b**h And I've been smokin' on gas all in this b**h Pullin' up at the light no tag on my sh** AK hit everybody in the stomach, p**y n***a sh** Bag all day [Hook: Young Thug] 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 That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn bout no n***a I don't give no f** bout no n***a, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these b**hes 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 motherf**in' vomit [Verse 3: MPA Duke] I got the bread Ya'll b**h'll give me the head f** her on the sofa, not the bed Hit that lil b**h 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, no [Verse 4: Young Thug] Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carrots My b**h 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 sandwiches I do this sh** for my momma Take off with your pack and keep runnin' I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin' I flip that b**h like a omelet I've been with ya from the start I did that sh** from my heart I'm so so so sorry I hurt you And I see the scar but you know I'm retarded [Pre-Hook: Young Thug] Peanut bu*ter jelly, peanut bu*ter jelly Peanut bu*ter jelly, peanut bu*ter jelly Peanut bu*ter jelly, no deli I got money, check the store credit No new names unless you know they did it Sleep in palace, watch it happen [Hook: Young Thug] 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 That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn bout no n***a I don't give no f** bout no n***a, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these b**hes 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 motherf**in' vomit We got London on the track, on the track, on the track, on the track...

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