Lyrics:
twist the top it smell like JIF
What you got inside the Jar?
Yeah that's looking fluffy
Smoke a quickie in the car
All my shit is sticky
In a jiffy how I
anybody privy too
Somethin' not just anybody privy too
I do not fuck with that stiff shit
Squad lift shit
I need that peanut butter, yeah, that Jif shit
I'm just an Animorph
That was established last week
I change back and forth
Yep, that's an Animorph
I'm like a human JIF
Um I believe it's pronounced
Hit after hit
My nigga smashing the vip
Then he going
And stashing the whip
I be back in a jif
Way before rappin
Was trackin and jumpin them hurdles
is hope yall enjoy
(Gibbo)
Peanut butter color on my whip (It's a Benz)
I'm on my way imma be there in a jif (Really fast)
Try not to drown when you
This one's for the badass bitch always down with the green and the motherfucking rum
Bet I get you home in a jif and I beat that booty up like a drum
lord mercy
Good gracious
Ain’t no mistakes so curvy
2 chocolate scoops
Nutella
Jif Perfect (x2)
You tell it who hailing
Treat her like
a spliff aye
Whippin' with a stick, I keep it smooth like a jar of Jif
Hold on, gotta grab my stick, I gotta slide, be back in a bit
Yeah, I say, I don't
I'm sitting here
Alone
I'm pitching a tent like a camper's home
All I've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles
And Rover, and this jar of Jif
I'm sitting here
Alone
I'm pitching a tent like a camper's home
All I've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles
And Rover, and this jar of Jif
am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact, I
am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact, I
there'll never be another
Ludacris spreadin' my gift like Jif
And I'm stuck in ya grill like peanut butter
I'm on
Ice givin' me the chills
Drank, I
In this big bad world there's things I'd do
When she needs help, I come through
Sometimes she hands me a jar of Jif
And I feel good when I open it
you're hype
Do damage onstage and injure the mic
As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff
While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif
Feel my blood
you're hype
Do damage onstage and injure the mic
As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff
While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif
Feel my blood
and jif
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss
The rap soloist you don't want none of this
Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
When I grab the mic,
in a JIF
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Peanut butter jelly
Ooh what can ya tell me
Used to push a Chevy pinching pennies with my relatives
Now my only precedent
Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style
I’ll be there in a jif, yeah
I’mma strum up on that (Shhhh) like a violin, yeah
She wanna lay up for hours, forever caking up
That ain’t realistic, let’s
to existence, baby who you rolling with
If it's me, just hit me up, you know I'll be there in a jif, I'm saying
Peanut butter, brown skin, so smooth
You said you
a flight to Beijing (Beijing)
I'm a hit you like a bee sting
Man Jif Triscuit, i'm the king (king king)
Boy you cooked like a chicken wing
I pull up in
Gotta peanut butter bitch I’ma spread her like Jif
Tell her bag up all the weed then she roll up all the sift
I’ma cool young nigga from the South Earst
give you number 5 get yo hands up off my dick
I ain't failing for that trap you won't even get the tip
See me running to my car out the store in a jif
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