Pitbull - Jungle (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Pitbull - Jungle (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes
that's the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what
your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to 'em like
Ooh, girl I want you to shake,
shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ooh, sexy thang
Don't be scared to act like an animal
It's in your nature (uh huh)
C'mon
You know I eat it from the
roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I'm smootha
I'm slick Pit ruler, let
a slip dick through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil's hot but I'm hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they
say, a whole lotta nada
Me I'm building schools,
from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and
show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin' a fool
Where the water so clear,
bitch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what,
who's fucking you
That would be me, P-I-T
Now if you came with ya man,
leave 'em over there
Yeah, it's a jungle out
here (watch out)
Yeah it's a jungle out here and
we're bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!
Now we can keep it in the
club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home,
then come with me
Pushin' a mainly line, travel
the planet solid as granite
Tax a bitch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin' money, wearin' a
hoodie when it's sunny
Huddled up in a circle,
smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or
something foreign
Ya bitch chose me, she
said you're boring
I put a bitch on restriction,
make her sit on the porch
Won't let her in 'till tomorrow,
until the next morning, Mayne
It's true that I'm chasing time
can't be wastin' or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for
my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over
like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter
higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted
she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than
K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell
I see them boys hatin' 'cause
they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don't know me, but
your girl does (ask her)
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