BAM 2x
Pull up in a Camry
Bitch bad like Amerie
And it's just one thing
Is you that that one thing?
Pull up, jamboree
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam
Keep that hate shit to yourself
We don't take disrespect too well
Pull up in that err-err
I don't gotta say a word
Eat food from my labor
'Fore that shit expire
My bih keep it too real and that's why I never could play her
Told her that I wanna fuck some hoes just to be fair
She kept that shit so G and said, "Won't we fuck 'em together?"
I swear to God, I prolly love this bih here forever
We go together, like peanut butter, jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam
My bih, my bih, my bih so hot she broke the stove
5'6", big lips, and yeah that ass on Keyshia Cole
I learned a lot, we burned the pot, we broke the mold
Got a new crib, house on the hill
I serve her peen like a subpeon', like a subpeona
And I'm off tequila, mockingbird might fly ya to me, shawty
Wingspan, wingspan
Tings in Brixton, Kingston
Shakin', Jamaican
(I don't know some' 'bout ya
I'm watchin', I'm watchin'
Some' 'bout ya)
And it's just one thing (I'm watchin')
Is you that one thing? (Ah-oh)
Pull up, jamboree (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn (Ah-oh)
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground (Ah-oh)
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam (Ah-oh)
Ah-oh, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam
Ah-oh, ah-oh, ah-oh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Bam, bam-bam, ahh
Ahh
Bam, bam, bam
Ooh, ah, ah
Damn, I don't care no more
If you want, I can leave you in the King of Diamonds
It's a good place, nice strip club
Listen, listen
Listen
I turned that bitch up last night
Last night you been in-in-in?
Yeah, I fucked it up, King of Diamonds
And, and, and why you fuck it up?
(Alright, alright, alright, alright)
Bitch bad like Amerie
And it's just one thing
Is you that that one thing?
Pull up, jamboree
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam
Keep that hate shit to yourself
We don't take disrespect too well
Pull up in that err-err
I don't gotta say a word
Eat food from my labor
'Fore that shit expire
My bih keep it too real and that's why I never could play her
Told her that I wanna fuck some hoes just to be fair
She kept that shit so G and said, "Won't we fuck 'em together?"
I swear to God, I prolly love this bih here forever
We go together, like peanut butter, jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam
My bih, my bih, my bih so hot she broke the stove
5'6", big lips, and yeah that ass on Keyshia Cole
I learned a lot, we burned the pot, we broke the mold
Got a new crib, house on the hill
I serve her peen like a subpeon', like a subpeona
And I'm off tequila, mockingbird might fly ya to me, shawty
Wingspan, wingspan
Tings in Brixton, Kingston
Shakin', Jamaican
(I don't know some' 'bout ya
I'm watchin', I'm watchin'
Some' 'bout ya)
And it's just one thing (I'm watchin')
Is you that one thing? (Ah-oh)
Pull up, jamboree (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Inside) Peanut butter
(Outside) Jam (Ah-oh)
(Skin tone) Peanut butter
(Ass on) Damn (Ah-oh)
(Flintstone) Keep ten toes on ground (Ah-oh)
(Flintstone) On my neck, bam-bam (Ah-oh)
Ah-oh, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam
Ah-oh, ah-oh, ah-oh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Bam, bam-bam, ahh
Ahh
Bam, bam, bam
Ooh, ah, ah
Damn, I don't care no more
If you want, I can leave you in the King of Diamonds
It's a good place, nice strip club
Listen, listen
Listen
I turned that bitch up last night
Last night you been in-in-in?
Yeah, I fucked it up, King of Diamonds
And, and, and why you fuck it up?
(Alright, alright, alright, alright)
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Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith
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