jungle fever Lyrics

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I got spikes all on my kicks and all my jackets fully leather dawg

I threw away the perc's and now I'm tweaking off the Adderall

My bitch fine as hell no i don't fuck around with average

Pockets full up off that cheddar yeah I'm stacking up that cabbage dawg

I'm ballin like a maverick dawg

My shooter he a savage dawg

My bitch yeah she real classy, no she don't need no lashes dawg

My bitch yeah she real sassy ass so fat i had to smack it dawg

I pull up lookin fancy, my bitch just wanna match me dawg

She play with my dick like a joystick

I play with her cat like Atari

I gotta make it through the jungle

I gotta make it through safari

Got more sticks than the army

Off the rope bitch jeff hardy

Off the dope bitch like bobby

Off the coke bitch new hobby

I gotta chop and i'm ready to kill some

Heard you was broke you was racking no income

Said he my opp turn that boy to my victim

I ran up a bag put that boy in the system

I Heard you was mad lil bitch then come get some

I pulled up on her and her friend had a threesome

I walk in that bih like a man on a mission

I walk in that bih like a man with a vision

I stay off the grid yeah you know i stay hidden

I come to the function like i got a million

The boy think it sweet but the nigga aint listen

Now his momma trippin

The boi then went missing

Got lit up like Christmas

But it was just business

Burning them bridges

This shit can get viscous

Leaving no witness

I hop in the coupe, the whip imma spin it

The block imma spin

The bros imma spin

The bros we gon win

The team we gon win

Can't see through my whip, its covered in tint

I come with the steel, i feel like Clark Kent

I shoot for that kill it felt my intent