Jelly - Andre Nickatina, Problem

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?

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