Andre Nickatina, Problem - Jelly lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Problem - Jelly lyrics]
Got out the car and said send her
Don’t bend her maybe she’s a winner
I tell her that she thick
She say she wanna be thinner
She something like a steak
And prime Hennessy dinner
When she walk downtown
Other bitches wanna get her
I’m Barney Rubble man, looking for a Betty
Who’s super duper fast with the fetti
Jam things up like Teddy
Peanut butter ready
Make a real rap cat say jelly
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her
Man, these the type of pancakes that you
Like to see in the morning
Nothing that she wear be boring
Dolce & Gabbana blue light
That’s what I wore tonight
For you to choose, break the shelf right
Holla back i let my curls fall out my hat
She like the vodka with the 7-Up, go bitch
Throw it back
I might have to fast forward that
Because the peanut butter ready
So go ahead and add the jelly
Problem in this thang, diamond is the lane
Car paint wet like I’m riding in the rain
Swerving through the town drunk
Mixing light and brown, not giving a mad fuck
Cause, I got the niggas get down
Got a thick chick with me
I met her through my rally
Peanut butter skin, pussy sweet as jelly
Bang to the telly, got her drug
Gave her liquor then I thought to myself
Why fuck when I can pimp her?
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her
She said what’s up with the nose candy
Then let’s get the party started
My ex-boyfriend was light hearted
Now he’s with the dearly departed
Hello, nighttime mellow
Moving that Jell-o, heels stay steady
Peanut butter ready
Make a real rap cat say jelly
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her
Don’t bend her maybe she’s a winner
I tell her that she thick
She say she wanna be thinner
She something like a steak
And prime Hennessy dinner
When she walk downtown
Other bitches wanna get her
I’m Barney Rubble man, looking for a Betty
Who’s super duper fast with the fetti
Jam things up like Teddy
Peanut butter ready
Make a real rap cat say jelly
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her
Man, these the type of pancakes that you
Like to see in the morning
Nothing that she wear be boring
Dolce & Gabbana blue light
That’s what I wore tonight
For you to choose, break the shelf right
Holla back i let my curls fall out my hat
She like the vodka with the 7-Up, go bitch
Throw it back
I might have to fast forward that
Because the peanut butter ready
So go ahead and add the jelly
Problem in this thang, diamond is the lane
Car paint wet like I’m riding in the rain
Swerving through the town drunk
Mixing light and brown, not giving a mad fuck
Cause, I got the niggas get down
Got a thick chick with me
I met her through my rally
Peanut butter skin, pussy sweet as jelly
Bang to the telly, got her drug
Gave her liquor then I thought to myself
Why fuck when I can pimp her?
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her
She said what’s up with the nose candy
Then let’s get the party started
My ex-boyfriend was light hearted
Now he’s with the dearly departed
Hello, nighttime mellow
Moving that Jell-o, heels stay steady
Peanut butter ready
Make a real rap cat say jelly
Yeah, real I be, errybody know me, need no ID
Go hard on a ho, over VIP i am P
Bitch you know I’m 'bout
The motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her yeah, I’m 'bout the paper
Yeah I’m 'bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say
I’ma make her