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jungle j - x-games lyrics

x games
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verse 1:

ate a f-ckin shroom in a dark -ss
room
listen to some music all in bloom
iced out phone
the squad has grown
catch me never paying
my money mart loan
you can’t talk sh-t
yo d-ck like a minnow
doggiestyle ya b-tch
with her face in the pillow
call yourself a skinhead
don’t care what you said
lookin like a loaf of bread
b-tch bouta be dead
iconic
ironic
b-tch got bubonic
chug a full gl-ss of some gin and tonic
we tryna get rich
and take your b-tch
careful what you say
it’s the year of the snitch
the squads f-ckin litty
i wanna see yo kitty
and maybe just a bit
of one whole tiddy (ay)
okay bokay okay yeet
got ya b-tch slobing on my meat

verse 2:

x-games mind games
solid beat sh-t is heat
rising flames screamin names
beat my meat hit that yeet
you a bug b-tch a slug
need a drug call the plug
now in jail pay my bail
crown royale ginger ale
holy grail treasure trial
bool train won’t derail
p-ssy loose drop the snus
rhymes like dr. seuss
we are fine sh-ts a sign
chuggin bottles of white wine
merch design sh-ts devine
yeet time

chorus:

icebaerg hydration station
the thrill of the nation
thots are bad luck
just like a raven
maybe a hawkin
they callin me steven
them p-ssy lips shaven
dive in head first
euphoria dreamin
no dates or them times
that’s human creation
tuck my homies in
no hesitation
tell you my life
learn my foundation

verse 3:

late night booty call
you know what i do
bike on over
crack and pour a brew
wake up early
leave my red shoe
early morning call
go back round two
do you feel it tho
electric boogalo
wanna bool tho?
i don’t f-ckin know
got my brava brew
desp-cito 2
out here boolin with
my 15 person crew
got molly perc
i give a smirk
all i do is put in work
yeah i want head
her legs spread
she was a virgin
and sorta bled
cobalt whip
can of dip
f-ck do a candy flip
acid trip
just the tip
tease her till that p-ssy drip
red vans take xans
headshot pop franz
9 o’clock makin plans
takin sh-t catch these hands
straight clout pull out
don’t know what you takin bout
f-ck a b-tches p-ssy drier
than the california drought
t-pose suck toes
no clothes d-ck grows
rollin green drinkin lean
shoutout to evangeline
dp riveree
drive on dvd
shootin veins bool trains
he on f-ckin xgames

verse 4:

morning run
vape for fun
end up coughing up a lung
meat on the table
my mind is unstable
met a new b-tch
she tryin out -n-l
smoke fills the air
send out a prayer
touched by f-ckin spirit bear
smoke cigars
gaze at stars
riptide on the boys guitars

chorus:

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