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JUNGLE
by Papi K
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I know too many niggas who done owe me
Locked in, I ain't finna let it slow me
Game on, I be in it till the OT
You could bet that, (nigga nigga) bet that!
My side I ain't switch on 'em
Learned some people only with you for Goyard
They just want the drip on 'em
Bitch ass nigga thought I wouldn't notice
And I'm gon' pop like a .223
Want smoke lil nigga I could bring the OZ
Before he turned snake he was my homie, goddamn
That's just how the concrete be
In the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
Had to find out how to, had to find out how to
Had to find out how to hustle
Pushing whips with the muscle
Bandwagon filling by the truckload
Nigga you be looking like you cuff hoes
Papi make her sing like Aiko
Big bag in, got me geeked up
I'ma freak that money like a nympho
From the muddy, lil nigga
Came up out the dirt, yeah the jungle, lil nigga
Come here lil nigga
Look here lil nigga
Ask your big bro, he my lil lil nigga
And your wifey want my pipe, lil nigga
Won't lie to you, you should not lie with her
You ain't no shooter, you ain't even got a hitta
With the bandana popo thinking I'm a dealer
And I got a new girl, she don't fuck with hoes, she go Rhonda Rousey with the hands
I'm like damn damn, counting up these bands, I ain't even need no advance
Gucci snakes on me, niggas snake on me from the bottom
I seen the gutter (yeah)
Walking outside with the bear coat fur, on the food chain I be top level
Yeah in the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
In the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
(Jungle, it's a jungle
Niggas hella cut for
Hunnits that I touch though
Me, I ain't fuck though
Nigga warmed up to it
I'ont trust nobody
Coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle)
I know too many niggas who done owe me
Locked in, I ain't finna let it slow me
Game on, I be in it till the OT
You could bet that, (nigga nigga) bet that!
My side I ain't switch on 'em
Learned some people only with you for Goyard
They just want the drip on 'em
Bitch ass nigga thought I wouldn't notice
And I'm gon' pop like a .223
Want smoke lil nigga I could bring the OZ
Before he turned snake he was my homie, goddamn
That's just how the concrete be
In the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
Had to find out how to, had to find out how to
Had to find out how to hustle
Pushing whips with the muscle
Bandwagon filling by the truckload
Nigga you be looking like you cuff hoes
Papi make her sing like Aiko
Big bag in, got me geeked up
I'ma freak that money like a nympho
From the muddy, lil nigga
Came up out the dirt, yeah the jungle, lil nigga
Come here lil nigga
Look here lil nigga
Ask your big bro, he my lil lil nigga
And your wifey want my pipe, lil nigga
Won't lie to you, you should not lie with her
You ain't no shooter, you ain't even got a hitta
With the bandana popo thinking I'm a dealer
And I got a new girl, she don't fuck with hoes, she go Rhonda Rousey with the hands
I'm like damn damn, counting up these bands, I ain't even need no advance
Gucci snakes on me, niggas snake on me from the bottom
I seen the gutter (yeah)
Walking outside with the bear coat fur, on the food chain I be top level
Yeah in the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
In the jungle, it's a jungle
I be wondering why these niggas hella cut for
Could it be 'cause all the hundreds that I touch though?
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle
(Jungle, it's a jungle
Niggas hella cut for
Hunnits that I touch though
Me, I ain't fuck though
Nigga warmed up to it
I'ont trust nobody
Coming with more money yeah yeah
That's the laws of the jungle)
