Lyrics:
blowin' shit he spent his muthafuckin' life on
Fuck that nigga's life form
Bitch I feel like I'm a python
Slidin' through the jungle with my muthafuckin
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5,
stool, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by as the wind blows
A crazy lady, livin' in the bag
Eating out the garbage used to be a baddie
With Rhinos Not Get Squashed like Bugs
Son No Time to Monkey Around No Time for Mistakes
In This Jungle Yo it's Loud Trying to find an Escape
But I'm
the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagaskar
She would kiss me, any
Shawty drop it on low
She a dancer in the snow
Lost in the jungle on the low
Beneath the trees call me Santa how I go
Chameleons in the trees just
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
and my vibe
Style's too dark and I'm killing the light
I'm Married to the game, prisoner for life
And in time you'll see that Calgary is mine
And you'll
wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love, in the surf, in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet
Jungle love, it's drivin' me mad
It's
tore your family apart, sin by sin
Where I live, it happens literally, limb from limb
So write this down in your pancakes so you won't forget it
I kill
Life is just a ticking ticking life is just a ticking clocking
So drip me in my casket rocking Prada with the Gucci socks
In life we gonna fall so I
under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
spills for days
Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
The wise self flourish inherit,
lane crusing through the rain fuck 12 they can't stop me
Count it up by my lonely nigga they ain't tryna work the bag but they wanna party
In my city
hair, take her out, rainbow trout
Stress free we in here, dating the best route
She trip while we in here, Marty Mart kick her out
Bad taste in my mouth I
my words keep em hooked like the trout
Brooked like the trout
Undercooked and I doubt
Overlooked in the crowd
Took the books out their mouths
Grew up
coming in and at
Yamine with the flow nicki run the show
Coming up with verses
Then head to the studio
IIIII want in and never out
Down south all trout
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
How you feeling how you feeling how you feeling
Welcome to 2020, 2020, 2020
Hey
Welcome, welcome, welcome to the jungle
I bang out
Niggas they can’t even hangout
You niggas be making the same sound
You niggas be stuck in the same town
While I’m out and about
I cannot
I was born in the dino
Raised in the ville
Kicked it on slauson
Native to baldwin hills
Moved to the jungles
Bloods all in the field
Cant be meek
now
Stay away if you ain't on my team yeah
You ain't live my life you ain't seen it
You livin' right in between it yeah
And I mean it
She fiending
If
Three shots upon the sky
Three bluebirds flying by
Three sons remind me why
I ended up in Crown Heights
Where's my confidence?
You know you
you try is obsolete
Nigga better get up off of me
Check it, uh I do whatever I want
Life is a jungle we hungry, we hunt
Lotta you niggas you cappin you
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