ShooterGang Kony - Jungle (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ShooterGang Kony - Jungle (en) Lyrics
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Jumpin' out, I'm the jump man, can't
trick, I ain't no stuntman
Free my nigga from the deuce
and let your gun blam
Big bank, I'm tryna fit
it all in one hand
All that ass up on a nigga,
I'm like, "Well, damn"
Ayy, ho, like a Dora from Diego
And she usually come with
chicken like alfredo
Baby, I already won the game,
but I'ma play though
Got a chopper on the
couch, not a potato
I do not slip, I start trippin'
in this bitch
I cannot flip, I got
bodies on my wrist
Boy must've forgot before the
rap, was doin' skits (Bah)
Still doin' skits, just hit
a nigga with this clip
Still doin' hits, I put
ten in this bitch
We got fans in this whip, don't
be playin' with the stick
Fly a hooker out, but I
need ten for the wrist
Don't be playing with my chips,
I'm delayin' with my dick
Ayy, from the jungle, but
I trap inside the ocean
Water on my neck, it got
me ashy, I need lotion
So much jewelry on me, you would
think the heater broken
I ain't with the cappin', I'ma
leave a nigga smokin'
Tints on this whip, don't
be playin' with my shits
I got brain from the bricks, don't
be playin' with a pimp
Tighter than a black bitch
with braids when they hit
Thirty in this Glock 9,
I paid for this drip
It's free Deuce Black,
give me two shots
Had to earn my stripes,
bitch, I'm a tube sock
We gon' still be shooting
at you long as you not
And when you niggas stop, I'm still
blowin' like I'm too hot
It's murder in the air,
I got a sound to it
When you walk into the building,
they play clown music
I preach the struggle to the people
that been down through it
Kayda got a kick, but I'ma
add another round to it
Tell 'em, stunner, they be
cappin' on the under
We too hard to argue, probably
end up slappin' at each other
Pistol to his face and that's
your asset if you stutter
How you go to jail and switch? You
draw the flag if you an other
Water on my neck, die
for it like Titanic
Went to jail and popped, it start
lookin' like I planned it
Way I hit your whip, can't
be fixed with no bandage
Playin' with this pole, I can't
trip, I do damage (Bitch)
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