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baby jungle – no dissin lyrics

[intro]
yeah (c gutta)
jungle, n+gga (jungle_)
(ayo, manzz)
chopper switch, shot dead, now you dead, yeah (got that switch and i’ma off you)
huh, let’s do it
uh (uh+uh, uh+uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
can’t show me how to spin no block, n+gga
no f+ckin’ rookie, know what i’m sayin’? (f+ckin’ rookie, n+gga, you know what i’m sayin’?)’
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
you can’t show me how to spin no block, i promise ain’t no rookie (on gang)
we walk down, these n+ggas shoot at houses, man, these n+ggas p+ssies (boom, boom, boom, boom)
before i let a n+gga take my life, promise that they gon’ book me (what the f+ck?)
i don’t wanna be no k!ller, but i see all of these n+ggas pushed me (yeah, come on)
spaz on ’em, make me mad, i drop that bag on ’em (don’t be that cold)
make the coroner through work and put a toe tag on ’em (put a toe tag on ’em)
mama raised a fool, i’ma about to show my ass on ’em (my ass son ’em)
ain’t no insurance on no n+ggas when them youngin crash on ’em (uh+uh, uh+uh)
i ain’t gotta take no credit, man, these n+ggas know we did it (huh)
promise you can’t put a ho on me ’cause i’m too picky (uh+uh, i’m picky, n+gga)
promise you can’t call me ’bout no work unless you fifty (uh, you gotta be fifty, n+gga)
slide down like i’m santa, but i ain’t come through no chimney (i ain’t come through no chimney)

[pre+chorus]
heard the day your homie died, you know i felt that (yeah, you know i felt that)
man, this sh+t come with the game, no, i can’t help that (on gang)
while they online makin’ posts, we can get back (yeah, we can get back)
that get+back be a motherf+cker, you know i felt that (shout out fatt, n+gga)
[chorus]
i’m ’bout to spaz (spaz), i’m ’bout to spaz (i’m ’bout to spaz)
all that dissin’ make me get on n+ggas’ ass (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i’m ’bout to spaz, i’m ’bout to spaz (n+gga, what?)
all that dissin’ make me get on n+ggas’ ass (p+ssy n+gga)

[verse 2]
glitchy on the glizzy, that b+tch stutter when i spit her (grrt, grrt)
i’m the rawest n+gga, but still you rubber when i hit it (rubber when i hit it)
i ain’t no state patrol, but quick to give a n+gga a ticket (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
m+o+b, i’m with the mob, guess i’m a man of business (guess i’m a man of business)
telescope came on my chopper, watch me zoom in (zoom in)
kick a n+gga out his hood, then we move in (get the f+ck out, n+gga)
guess i’m feelin’ somethin’ like tyler, get my groove in (get my groove in)
i’m v.i.p. with my glitch, snuck the tool in (you know i keep that b+tch handy)
call me tarzan, baby jungle, how i’m swingin’ too (how i’m swingin’ too)
ain’t gotta ask, baby, you know what i’m gettin’ into (yeah, for sure)
mortal kombat fatality the way they finish you (finish him)
dry your blocks, ho like a dryer when we spinnin’ through (p+ssy n+gga)

[pre+chorus]
heard the day your homie died, you know i felt that (yeah, you know i felt that)
man, this sh+t come with the game, no, i can’t help that (on gang)
while they online makin’ posts, we can get back (n+gga what?)
that get+back be a motherf+cker, you know i felt that (shout out fatt, n+gga)
[chorus]
i’m ’bout to spaz (i’m ’bout to spaz), i’m ’bout to spaz (i’m ’bout to spaz)
all that dissin’ make me get on n+ggas’ ass (n+gga, what?)
i’m ’bout to spaz (i’m ’bout to spaz), i’m ’bout to spaz (boom, boom, boom)
all that dissin’ make me get on n+ggas’ ass (p+ssy n+gga)

- baby jungle lyrics

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