Listen to Jelly in Ya Pants song with lyrics from Fes Taylor

Jelly in Ya Pants

Fes Taylor1 Jan 2008

Jelly in Ya Pants Lyrics

 

Jelly in Ya Pants - Fes Taylor

Yeah we gon' ball out to this one

 

Mercedes benz S-Class 430

Bell ya lady friends they all worthy

Had on the brett favre 4 jersey

 

Holla at ya boy y'all heard me

Nicknamed pigeon coupe

Way I scoop birdies

Pimp game dip on that lame

Mami you choose me

Nine of ten of these chicks try to seduce me

Dancefloor workin' them hips

Lips lookin' juicy

Let's go somewhere and strip

Do the oocchie coochie

I dig cuties with big booties

 

Mami a bit moody

But she like fly paper she stick to me

Now you caught in the web

All over the bed

Went from the club to the crib

The rubber was red

Lifestyles assorted colors

I pipe well you must be used to smaller brothers

Scream loud make a chorus of us

No more than lovers

Times we could call eachother

Even speak in the streets

If we saw eachother

Get ya a** up on the floor

 

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

Get ya a** up on the floor

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

Mami you dance like you

Lookin' for a one night stand

Want someone to get in them pants

While I'm the right man

Now throw it back at me

Drop it and pop it

Lock it and stop it bob it and wop it

Listen slobbin' the knobbin'

Will keep you an option

Change position play it and rock it

And stay out my pockets

Fishin' plenty in the sea

Catch of the day

I'm a fly dude taylor made

Excellent pay

Step in the way to a car with an X and a J

That's a Jaguar for those

Who don't get what I say

Jewelry lookin' all chunky

Playa drippin' in gray

Now I only go to restaurants you tip

When you pay

When chicks mention

My name their panties get wet

Say they wanna ride the pony

Who could handle me best

Slide to ya crib ma'

I leave ya canopy wrecked

On the low ya friends scheme on me

Plan to me next

Get ya a** up on the floor

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

Get ya a** up on the floor

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

 

I'm the don't you could check on my arm

See it bling like a leprechaun charm

Ma' see it shake it like pom-poms

Or you could taste it like wonton

My little man fly too laced in Sean John

Rap style like I had a gray poupon

When the time

Jimmy prostrate through the long johns

 

Bag shorty same piece of paper

Wrote the song on

No bra on with a thong on

Online porn like you log on

Long inch slong ya man get the gone

I beat it like ping pong

Arrive at the door like ding dong

Deliver ding-a-ling big like king kong

Sing-along

Ya dudes buyin' them drinks

And buyin' them minks

I get 'em eyes on the tires

What size do you think

Twenty-fours on the porsche trunk

Y'all dudes wanna floss what

I'm seein' even more bucks

Forget what it cost us

Get ya a** up on the floor

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

Get ya a** up on the floor

Ma' do that dance

Wiggle like you got jelly in ya pants

It's got to be jelly

 

Cuz canned don't shake like that

 

God damn that a** too fat

It's got to be jelly

Cuz canned don't shake like that

God damn that a** too fat

Like knick-knack give that a** a smack

Cuz only jelly girls gon' shake like that

Shake it shake it ma' shake it like that

Said shake it shake it ma' shake it like that

Now shake it shake it ma' shake it like that

 

Said shake it shake it ma' shake it like that