Peanut Butter Jelly – English Lyrics

• By: T.I., Young Thug, Young Dro
• Album: Da' Nic

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the world of Southern hip-hop slang and rhythm with "Peanut Butter Jelly." This track offers a great opportunity to understand the metaphors and cultural references prevalent in trap music. The energetic and distinct flows of T.I., Young Thug, and Young Dro make it a special song for appreciating the nuances of modern rap.

[English]

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

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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