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baby jungle - jungle jeezy lyrics

[intro: baby jungle & dj drama]
you see, we in the golden mine (it’s there, man)
chopper shoot your shark, n+gga
that n+gga sound was, “what gun was that?” (on the chin, that shoot neat)
d+mn, let’s do it (mr. thanksgiving, all the drama)
he the neighborhood superstar (every street n+gga in the rap, he the neighborhood superstar)
he ain’t never think he’ll make it this far (now he a rapper and street n+gga)
d+mn, mama, know your son a star? (know your son a star? he here to wreck)
used to be walkin’, now we ridin’ round in foreign cars (you know the rest)

[chorus]
they ain’t seen a youngin doin sh+t like this in a minute
call me junglе jeezy, i put on for my city (yeah, i put on for the city)
even though i got somе p+ssy, n+ggas wanna get me (since i got some p+ssy, n+ggas hatin’)
this the life i’m livin’, superstar (baby jungle), right out the trenches (yeah)
they ain’t seen a youngin doin sh+t like this in a minute
call me jungle jeezy, i put on for my city (yeah, i put on for the city)
even though i got some p+ssy, n+ggas wanna get me (i got some, p+ssy n+ggas hatin’)
this the life i’m livin’, superstar (jungle jeezy), right out the trenches (yeah)

[verse 1]
trenches taught me how to fight before i learned how to read
real hood baby, make a bougie b+tch get on her knees (on gang)
gotta make it, grew up ’round nothin’ but f+ckin’ felonies (just felonies)
made a hundred, i ain’t touch a soul, b+tch, i was sellin’ p’s (i ain’t touch no soul)
pushin’ p, my name in the streets, it hot like third degree (baow, bah)
every time somethin’ get spinned or popped, they want to mention me (they always mention me)
n+ggas k!lled my brother, i can’t rest until they all deceased (boom, boom, boom, boom)
they rushin’, put my brother on, never had to question loyalty
[chorus]
they ain’t seen a youngin doin sh+t like this in a minute
call me jungle jeezy, i put on for my city (yeah, i put on for the city)
even though i got some p+ssy, n+ggas wanna get me (since i got some p+ssy, n+ggas hatin’)
this the life i’m livin’, superstar, right out the trenches (yeah)
they ain’t seen a youngin doin sh+t like this in a minute
call me jungle jeezy, i put on for my city (yeah, i put on for the city)
even though i got some p+ssy, n+ggas wanna get me (i got some, p+ssy n+ggas hatin’)
this the life i’m livin’, superstar, right out the trenches (yeah)

[verse 2]
i’m really takin’ risks, i can’t work no nine+to+five (i can’t work no—)
this ain’t no movie, n+gga, gettin’ rich or they gon’ die tryin’ (or they gon’ die tryin’)
i’m off that ‘migo, get up in it, i might break her spine (b+tch, come here)
he broke them rules in the street, now he gotta pay the fine (bro gon’ die)
a different time zone (huh?)
n+gga cappin’, ain’t make no diamonds, b+tch, them rhinestones (um)
make them n+ggas hide they jewelry when i put mines on (on gang)
the feds be listenin’, told ’em watch what you say on that phone (mm, watch what you say on that phone)
i walked in goin’ hard, i know mama countin’ on me
came from nothin’ just like you, how you can talk down on me? (how the f+ck you talk?)
i shoot first, ask questions later, can’t let them walk down on me (boom, boom, boom, boom)
turned my pain to motivation, can’t let these tears drown on me (nah, don’t drown on me)

[chorus]
they ain’t seen a youngin doin sh+t like this in a minute (they ain’t seen)
call me jungle jeezy, i put on for my city (nah, for real)
even though i got some p+ssy, n+ggas wanna get me (yeah, i got some millions, gang)
this the life i’m livin’, superstar, right out the trenches (on gang)
[verse 3]
yeah, the ice up on my wrist, that’s a hood trophy (that’s a hood trophy)
put my team on back like i’m the hood kobe (like i’m the hood kobe)
you ain’t stayed for that hustle, why y’all bein’ nosey? (why y’all in my biz’?)
your baby boy been tryna get it like my name jody (like my name jody)

[outro]
he the neighborhood superstar (he the neighborhood superstar)
he ain’t never think he’ll make it this far
d+mn, mama, know your son a star? (know your son a star?)
used to be walkin’, now we ridin’ round in foreign cars

- baby jungle lyrics

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