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Pb&j Video (MV)




Performed By: Damien Styles
Language: English
Length: 1:32
Written by: Damien Styles




Damien Styles - Pb&j Lyrics




Say she wanna drive the whip, no tags
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Aww yeah
All gas that we smoke
Bad to the bone
Talk back, no she don't
No she don't, no she don't
Got my bitch trained
I was 15
Rolling with a lil glock with a big beam
Imma shoot some
Imma get some
If he really wanna trip, get picked up

I don't see her fantasy
I'm back in a Benz truck, not no two seater
I don't really wanna talk no more
Too much cash, can't shop at the mall
I'm in my bag and it's all my fault
Don't talk on phones
I'm a star, you a clone lil bitch

Say she wanna drive the whip, no tags
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Aww yeah
All gas that we smoke
Bad to the bone
Talk back, no she don't
No she don't, no she don't
Got my bitch trained
I was 15
Rolling with a lil glock with a big beam
Imma shoot some
Imma get some
If he really wanna trip, get picked up

I don't see her fantasy
I'm back in a Benz truck, not no two seater
I don't really wanna talk no more
Too much cash, can't shop at the mall
I'm in my bag and it's all my fault
Don't talk on phones
I'm a star, you a clone lil bitch
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Say she wanna drive the whip, no tags
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Aww yeah
All gas that we smoke
Bad to the bone
Talk back, no she don't
No she don't, no she don't
Got my bitch trained
I was 15
Rolling with a lil glock with a big beam
Imma shoot some
Imma get some
If he really wanna trip, get picked up

I don't see her fantasy
I'm back in a Benz truck, not no two seater
I don't really wanna talk no more
Too much cash, can't shop at the mall
I'm in my bag and it's all my fault
Don't talk on phones
I'm a star, you a clone lil bitch

Say she wanna drive the whip, no tags
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Aww yeah
All gas that we smoke
Bad to the bone
Talk back, no she don't
No she don't, no she don't
Got my bitch trained
I was 15
Rolling with a lil glock with a big beam
Imma shoot some
Imma get some
If he really wanna trip, get picked up

I don't see her fantasy
I'm back in a Benz truck, not no two seater
I don't really wanna talk no more
Too much cash, can't shop at the mall
I'm in my bag and it's all my fault
Don't talk on phones
I'm a star, you a clone lil bitch
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Writer: Damien Styles
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