| Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
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| Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
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| Peanut butter jelly, no deli
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| I got money, check the store credit
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| No new names unless you know they did it
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| Sleep in Paris, watch it happen
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| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread
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| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
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| Baby that cap’s for the feds
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| Now that your ho, don’t tell all the secrets
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| I don’t give no damn bout no nigga
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| I don’t give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
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| I throw me some ones on these bitches
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| I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
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| I look like I came from nothin'
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| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it
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| Yeah, I drink on that lean
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| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit
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| Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit
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| I guess I go to jail if I want that lil bitch
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| They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil bitch
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| I don’t answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer
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| Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that’s it
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| A lot of nigga shit, talkin' you don’t ever get paid
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| Remember me, I’ve been bout it, dealin' out the 10th grade
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| Ridin' round in my homeboy Buick
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| With a tool in the unit
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| We’d go to school, eat lunch
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| Cut school, get back to it, nigga
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| Listen nigga, this the Bankroll Mob
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| If you can’t go hard then you can’t come here
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| Let me make somethin' clear
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| If you lookin' for a sucker well it ain’t none here
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| Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here
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| Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere
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| On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere
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| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread
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| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
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| Baby that cap’s for the feds
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| Now that your ho, don’t tell all the secrets
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| I don’t give no damn bout no nigga
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| I don’t give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
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| I throw me some ones on these bitches
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| I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
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| I look like I came from nothin'
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| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it
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| Yeah, I drink on that lean
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| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit
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| Okay, big paper
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| If I’m hungry, I eat 100 dollars then shit paper
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| Sick flavor
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| Got the white double mint twin with me on Simpson, (?)
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| Swag impeccable, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal
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| I’m a felon, don’t throw it off, I need medical
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| Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera
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| And I don’t want one ho nigga, I wanna a plethora
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| Twenty bricks in the regal
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| Pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater
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| Death threat, I got this shit on
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| I’m untouchable man I got this shit on
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| Nigga you die soon as I say okay
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| My whip? |
| That’s strawberry Yoplait
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| I got a chopper on the charger
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| You put a little gas in it, that motherfucker blow about 4 days
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| Niggas broke
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| And I’ve been leanin' on Ac' all in this bitch
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| And I’ve been smokin' on gas all in this bitch
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| Pullin' up at the light no tag on my shit
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| AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit
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| Bag all day
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| I don’t have a break, I’m keepin' bread
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| I’m gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
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| Baby that cap’s for the feds
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| Now that your ho, don’t tell all the secrets
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| I don’t give no damn bout no nigga
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| I don’t give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
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| I throw me some ones on these bitches
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| I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
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| I look like I came from nothin'
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| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it
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| Yeah, I drink on that lean
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| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit
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| I got the bread
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| Ya’ll bitch’ll give me the head
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| Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed
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| Hit that lil bitch from the back
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| And I take out with your pack
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| And I’m not givin' it back
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| I done lost all my respect
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| Don’t drink no red, we pour Act
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| Sippin' on lean, it’s so crazy
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| I ride out that second, I swear I don’t know how to act
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| Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I’m so-so with these carrots
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| My bitch the baddest, but she not your average
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| She so, so arrogant, woah
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| Her titties calcium, my booty calories
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| And both of 'em squish me, God damn we savages
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| I do this shit for my momma |
| Take off with your pack and keep runnin'
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| I’m not the Birdman but I’m stunnin'
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| I flip that bitch like a omelet
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| I’ve been with ya from the start
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| I did that shit from my heart
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| I’m so so so sorry I hurt you
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| And I see the scar but you know I’m worked hard
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| Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
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| Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
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| Peanut butter jelly, no deli
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| I got money, check the store credit
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| 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'
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| And I look like I came for somethin' and I’m comin', I want it
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| Yeah, I drink on that lean
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| And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit |