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Jack Harlow - Jelly Lyrics

Bitch I’m hotter than a skillet
You don’t want the beef, no philly
Steak
But you know I need lettuce with every plate
Oh wait
I just want the dinner, no date
Picking up my while yo bag is running away
My frog
You ain’t never kissing on the princess
Damn you niggas pussy
Yo momma was there to witness
(Damn)
How you gon live it down?
Gang pull up on the quicks
And we takin ya whole town
Watermelon, skittle, these niggas sweet like a starburst
Got a lil pump, it got nothing to do with Harvard
(Ouuu)
I’m about to hit en with the voodoo
Now I got her dancing like women in a Honolulu
(Ouuu)
Runnin up plays like hulu
Yeah they talking down but they really wish that they knew you
You ain’t have to do em like that but it’s cool
(EHEM)
(Mic check, Is you hype yet?
Gotta digest all these fucking fools)
Said they scared of death
I’m like homie you scared of who?
Like a bee I’m seeing honeys
Fuck it I’m Winnie the Pooh
Way my music going up
All the fire just hit the roof
It’s true she said I’m mysterious, scooby doo
(Aye aye)
Kick back like sofa
Bunnies in the back
Back to back doing bags of coca
Shorty said I make her go loca
Said he want the smoke so I’m takin a little toke-a
(OUCH)
Spit mean
Oscar my grouch
On the couch
Got yo girl and we cooking up in yo house

I’m a dog
Treatin myself so mufuck a PETA
Hotbox high
We strugglin just to breathe-uh
Light another one cause we deep inna two seater
2016 we whippin around a steamer
Say she really don’t want the money
I don’t believe her
I dont give a f
So I am your favorite teacher
No you too weak, I cannot give you a feature
(Have you seen my shorty?)
I’m with her under the bleachers
(Have you seen my shorty?
I’m with her under the bleachers)