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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly
Jelly
Performer
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Elkins
Justin Elkins
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, Pi'erre Ayy (Yo, Pi'erre) Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Jelly, Jelly Ayy, ayy, ayy They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Uh-uh) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Where the cash?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Uh-uh) I can't fuck with him, he tellin' on his mans, Bruh (I know you tellin') I'm the nigga with the cash and I back it up (I'm the man) Got a 40 and an AR in the mattress (Under here) He an actor and a liar, he a capper (Bet he cappin') It ain't nothin' to get you touched I got the cash, bruh (Got the bag) I got a nigga with the pistols all up on him (He a shooter) Man, my niggas, they the army, fuck some handguns (We got soldiers) We ain't playin', we just trappin' and we shoot for fun (We just trappin') They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Uh-uh) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Where the cash?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Uh-uh) I just showed these niggas how to get a bag, wait, uh (Get a bag) Niggas two-faced, always wear a mask, huh, wait (Wear a mask) I'm gettin' into shape, flexin' on they ass Hey, wait (I'm flexin' on they ass) Boy, I been great, you can ask my dad, wait (Ask my dad, nigga) Remember I had no money Always been good in math (Good in math, nigga) Yeah, my cousin in the Cutlass, he just want a Jag' (Want a Jag') Wait, we don't got no smoke, we just smoke the gas (Got no smoke) Hey, that nigga smokin' 'Ports Nigga stressin' bad (Stressin' bad, nigga) I don't see these niggas, I don't need no glasses (Need no glasses) Huh, I could teach these niggas I could teach the class (Teach the class) Hey, nigga copy me, yeah, you tryna pass (Tryna pass, nigga) Hey, I'm from Jamaica in Queens They might shoot your ass, huh, wait (Shoot your ass) I want oxtail, rice and beans, that's facts (Fendi) Wait, diamonds dragontail, stones bring me back (Uh-uh) Hey, I go NFL runnin' up a bag (Nah, for real) Hey, do it for my hood like Trayvon Martin, so sad (No funny shit) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Uh-uh) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Huh?) I need a couple Gs, I need a couple bags (Where the bags?) You can't fuck with Jelly if you got no cash (Where the cash?) They can't fuck with me, I'll put 'em on they ass (Uh-uh) Ah shit Damn, Pi'erre, where'd you find this?
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Justin Elkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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