Lyrics:
it's because everyday, thank God, from Diapoque to Chuí, from the Pampas to the rubber tree jungles, it is already celebrated, most gloriously celebrated
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
We wear strugglin'
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
We wear strugglin'
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
We wear strugglin' chains,
never will retire
This time around, ya gonna call messiah
On the live wire bouncin' like a rubber tire
Ninety seven gonna go to heaven and higher
We
never will retire
This time around, ya gonna call messiah
On the live wire bouncin' like a rubber tire
Ninety seven gonna go to heaven and higher
We
of the dresser
It ain’t no pressure I’m giving out testers
Won’t talk to twelve I won’t even talk to alexa I come from a jungle of steppas
Rubber band n outta 50
a jungle
If you wanna win you better learn to hustle
All my life I feel like I could never duck trouble
Hit the gas, you can smell the burnt rubber
Never put
Down in the jungle where nobody goes
There's a great big gorilla
Washing his clothes with a rubber dub
Here and a rubber dub there
That's the way he
Talk to the man upstairs, hoping he answers my prayers
Hollywood feel like the jungle, lions and tigers and bears
Pray for me, pray for me
Pray
We in the jungle
And that's what I keep telling her
Hand up in the bag, best secure it like a messenger
Fuck a rubber band
Bouncing back is only
this world for granted
This precious world we live in
Take this world
Treat this world
Take this world
518
817
518
817
We bout that action
In the jungle
Yeah, you got me going into deep trouble
Sometimes I'm lost in the jungle
(The jungle, the jungle, the jungle, the jungle)
T-A-L, let's party
We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had
into the jungle, ready for the brawl
Every single summer, nigga let it off
If it's any interest, then I pay the cost
So these rubber bands closer
Yeah yeah yeah ohhh
Woaah
Eyy
Ohh Gawd
Lets go
Deep inside The Jungle
I'm on a Tree
I Feel Like a Creep Ey
Bad a** Bi$%h ,Im Grabbing Her A**
Im
Spot getting hot but we still popping
Neva slowed down phone still rocking
Rubber bands around my wrist just to wrap the profit
If my team fall off
DJ Twin chi-town youngest in charge
I told y'all niggas 2016 my year
Time Is Money Entertainment
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my
me harassing me ohhhhhh
Please goo Away
Came up out the jungle few bruises and scratches
Invest in money counters my thumbs get rashy
Rubber band pop
choppas, and niggas disappear (yeah)
And I'm just keepin' it real, I don't know how else to keep it real (nah)
I was in the streets in the jungle, you
the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag
Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me,
(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America.)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must
In this jungle damage
My heart candy store
But Don't time for second chances
Sugar running low
And I Gotta sweet tooth for that cabbage
Jolly Ranch
talkin, only violence (Huh, hey)
Rubber band flow wit a tummy tuck
Broke boy off the meth he be stuck as fuck
Yo bitch gimme neck, yeah she suck me up
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