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big jungle - flintstoned lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
you only sayin’ that because i’m somethin’ to you
4ni sh+t
big jungle, haha
(southwest on the beat, my n+gga, what up, though?)
huh

[verse 1: big jungle]
get the drop on an opp, throw a block party
coachin’ n+ggas through they problems like i’m [?]
i’m protected by some thugs, n+ggas can’t harm me
f+ck around and load the choppers up and start our own army
but we put them guns down and ran that pape’ up
i f+cked the type of b+tches who look good without no makeup
what’s the point of dream chasin’ if you ain’t never wake up?
everybody eat, so i’m down to take a pay cut
on the block with the block, got the k tucked
steady screaming you got opps and you ain’t never madе nothin’
haha, if you hearin’ this, it’s too late
on the road to richеs, spin the block, had to switch the plates

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
my n+gga caught a body, had to switch the states
when you slide on your opps, you gotta switch the plates
you tryna save all of these hoes, n+gga, where is your cape?
you be fresher than a b+tch, n+gga, where is your pape’?
i’m in this b+tch with jungle, n+gga, we some apes
bullets in this glock like a zombie, it’d eat your face
i made 2k on the block, i ain’t eat today
n+gga, you ain’t got no f+ckin’ money, you shop on ebay
coach won’t put him in the game like ea
i’m a beecher boy, baby, long live ta
i be fresh every day like it’s b+day
doin’ a hundred+yard dash on the eway
[verse 3: louie ray]
n+gga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ do somethin’ to who? (alright)
yeah, yeah
n+gga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ do somethin’ to who? (who?)
you only sayin’ that ’cause i’m somethin’ to you (yeah)
they ain’t just bumpin’ me, they bumpin’ the crew
shoot shots without a word if i bump into you (yop)
i’m sittin’ in my spot hungry but comfortable too
they know i’m eatin’, grab me blunts and lunch—
they know i’m eatin’, grab me blunts and cups for the crew
paid a muscle with this paper, it’s pushin’ me through
yeah, without a strap, knock him out his boots
it’s gon’ be a hundred rounds if i gotta shoot
okay, pull up jumpin’ out a new coupe
she said, “what kind of weed you smoking ’cause i smell fruit?”
okay, i sell raps now but used to sell ooh
on some old+school sh+t, adida sh+ll shoe (adida)
v sh+t down his legs, choke him out ’til he pale too (he pale)
that weed not the sh+t, i could smell too
caught bro sh+ttin’ in the yard, he ezel too
i’m the type of n+gga break the internet and scale too (facts)
on some sh+t that they break a scale to

- big jungle lyrics

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