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peanut butter & jam - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
wheezy outta here
yeah, i got that molly santan
i got that molly santan (lil uzi)
i got that molly santan (lil uzi)
i got that molly santan
i got that molly santan
i got that molly santan
i got that molly santan (lil uzi)

[chorus]
jewels on my neck like i know the santan (woah)
my n*ggas shoot out the van (what?)
get the guap that’s in advance (money)
i f*ck your b*tch and her friends (swag)
‘member i only had vans
tabi margiela’s make her wanna dance, uh
i got them bars, not no xans (what?)
gots peanut b*tter like sam (skrrt)
bugatti too fast, can’t get jammed (vroom)
louis v sneaks on my feet, on my arch, uh
archie like diamonds they hit like a hook
solar light, my sh*t they hit like a—, uh (bah)
fingers cold, frostbite is all in this b*tch (what?)
cut the heat up ’cause i’m cold in this b*tch (what he say)
that glock the only thing gon’ fold in this b*tch (fah)
money so long, it’s gettin’ old in this b*tch (uh)
[verse 1]
look at my money, growin’ mold on that sh*t (d*mn)
i got my gun, that’s why i’m holdin’ my hip (bah, d*mn)
take off my jeans, no belt ’cause they rick (woah)
she look at my drip, wanna suck on my tip, uh (bah)
that b*tch wanna suck like a tick, yeah
.223 gonna spray, let it rip (bah)
beyblade gon’ open your chest like some vicks (vicks, vicks)
i had to archive my pics
it’s ’cause these n*ggas, they keep stealin’ my drip
yeah, i feel like the boss (woah, boss), uh
no hugo, that’s all on my fist, yeah (fist)
can’t f*ck that b*tch or i might get sick, uh
i light all my blunts with a bic, yeah (woah)
i tell you how crazy life get, yeah
i remember i wasn’t her pick, yeah
now my diamonds gon’ light up my fist, ayy, uh

[bridge]
i got that water, phew phew
i got that water, phew phew
i got that water, phew phew (bah)
i got that water, phew phew
i got that water, phew phew
i got that water
can’t find you, then we gotta put the hit on your daughter
[chorus]
jewels on my neck like i know the santan (woo)
my n*ggas shoot out the van (baow)
get the guap that’s in advance (money)
i f*ck your b*tch and her friends (what?)
‘member i only had vans
tabi margiela’s make her wanna dance, uh (drip)
i got them bars, not no xans (no)
gots peanut b*tter like sam (woah)
bugatti too fast, can’t get jammed (skrrt)
louis v sneaks on my feet, on my arch, uh
archie like diamonds they hit like a hook
solar light, my sh*t they hit like a—, uh (uh)
fingers cold, frostbite is all in this b*tch (money)
cut the heat up ’cause i’m cold in this b*tch (b*tch)
that glock the only thing gon’ fold in this b*tch
money so long, it’s gettin’ old in this b*tch (b*tch)

[verse 2]
woah, please don’t run up, ayy
south carolina, columbia, uh, uh
i got a f&n and this sh*t gon’ tear your stomach up (stomach, yeah)
boy, you broke? yeah, i can just tell your money’s up, yeah, yeah (boy broke)
my lil’ b*tch, yeah, she just got her tummy tucked, yeah, yeah (my little b*tch, woah)
transfer, uh, now that b*tch ass is super fat, yeah yeah (woah, woah woah)
dancer, uh, now that b*tch get them super racks, yeah yeah (woah, woah woah)
we geeked up, uh, but i bet you landed first, yeah, yeah (woah, woah woah)
30, that’s why i can’t handle her, yeah (yeah)
i’m off the perky, for sure (for sure)
she eat beef jerky, for sure (for sure, what?)
looked at the time, it said 7:11, she gave me a slurpee, for sure, yeah (slurp)
i think she keep on giving me that p*ssy so i get that turkey for sure, yeah (d*mn)
i’m in the 6 and the 8 and that boy, he a ho, he be servin for 4
[chorus]
jewels on my neck like i know the santan (woah)
my n*ggas shoot out the van (bah)
get the guap that’s in advance (money)
i f*ck your b*tch and her friends (woah)
‘member i only had vans (huh?)
tabi margiela’s make her wanna dance, uh (drip)
i got them bars, not no xans (uh)
gots peanut b*tter like sam (d*mn)
bugatti too fast, can’t get jammed (no)
louis v sneaks on my feet, on my arch, uh (woah)
archie like diamonds they hit like a hook
solar light, my sh*t they hit like a—, uh
fingers cold, frostbite is all in this b*tch (uh)
cut the heat up ’cause i’m cold in this b*tch (b*tch)
that glock the only thing gon’ fold in this b*tch
money so long, it’s gettin’ old in this b*tch (money)

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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