Jungle Lyrics – Quinn2x
Singer: Quinn2x
Title: Jungle
Sippin’ drank i’m with my n#gg#s
I hang with them killers, yeah
We hop out that rental (we hop out that rental, yeah)
We hop out that sprinter, yeah
We got sticks just like the jungle
Tried to take my b#tch you fumbled, yeah
Keep a Glock b#tch I won’t tussle
I won’t use a muscle, yeah
I be gettin’ so high i can’t see (no i can’t see)
If he run up on me Imma put him on a tee (yea on a tee)
I be sippin wock like it’s tea (yeah)
f#ck n#gg# bet he wish he could be me (yeah, yeah)
You n#gg#s broke and I know it (and I know it)
I hop on the mic and talk my sh#t i’m like a poet (i’m like a poet, yeah)
He got a stick but he won’t blow it (no he won’t blow it, yeah)
No he won’t blow it, b#tch i’m knowin’ he just show it (yeah he just show it, yeah)
These n#gg#s hoes, they flexin’ for these hoes
Know how it goes, real n#gg#s keep a pole (yeah)
No i can’t go, Glock it ain’t for show (it ain’t for show)
I’m smokin’ dro, n#gg# that’s fasho (yeah that’s fasho)
All i ever wanted was a Beam, I- I- I got bad b#tches, all they wanna do is lean (all they wanna do is lean)
Glock, it got a beam, and that b#tch kickin’ it’s gon’ sting just like a bee
All i ever wanted was a, bad-
I got bad b#tches all they wanna do is lean (all they wanna do is lean)
Glock, it got a beam, and that b#tch kickin’ it’s gon’ sting just like a bee
Sippin’ drank i’m with my n#gg#s
I hang with them killers, yeah
We hop out that rental (we hop out that rental, yeah)
We hop out that sprinter, yeah
I got that f#ck n#gg# mad (what, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Got that n#gg# sad, his b#tch say he down bad
AR with a mag, catch a n#gg# lack
Skrt off in that cat, then light up the gas
Sippin’ drank i’m with my n#gg#s
I hang with them killers, yeah
We hop out that rental (we hop out that rental, yeah)
We hop out that sprinter, yeah
We got sticks just like the jungle
Tried to take my b#tch you fumbled, yeah
Keep a Glock b#tch I won’t tussle
I won’t use a muscle, yeah
I- I won’t use a muscle, yeah
I- I won’t use a muscle, yeah
I be gettin’ so high i can’t see (no i can’t see)
If he run up on me Imma put him on a tee (yea on a tee)
I be sippin wock like it’s tea (yeah)
f#ck n#gg# bet he wish he could be me (yeah, yeah)
You n#gg#s broke and I know it (and I know it)
I hop on the mic and talk my sh#t i’m like a poet (i’m like a poet, yeah)
He got a stick but he won’t blow it (no he won’t blow it, yeah)
No he won’t blow it, b#tch i’m knowin’ he just show it (yeah he just show it, yeah)
All i ever wanted was a Beam, I- I- I got bad b#tches, all they wanna do is lean (all they wanna do is lean)
Glock, it got a beam, and that b#tch kickin’ it’s gon’ sting just like a bee
All I-, I- I- I got bad b#tches, all they wanna do is lean (all they wanna do is lean)
Glock, it got a beam, and that b#tch kickin’ it’s gon’ sting just like a bee
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