ngeeyl – bincinnati lyrics
[chorus]
b-tch i am a bengal, i’m the king of the jungle
you run up on me wrong, then that savage he gon’ burn you
know i keep a stick, that sh-t sing like tina turner
all y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all need to get your f-ckin’ funds up
yeah, legend be with the sh-t
look at my watch, it’s a brick
look at my neck, it’s a brick
[verse]
yeah, your b-tch like how i finesse
she say that boy a legend, put them big racks on her neck
told her come and see me but you know you gotta throw the neck
d-mn, blow on that d-ck
d-mn, blow on the top
with my crew, n-gga run and get popped
me and my n-ggas ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
y’all n-ggas with all that flockin’ sh-t
we be pullin’ up, glocks and sh-t
pull up on you and we push on the new
y’all n-ggas ain’t never made news
pull up on a n-gga
seven six deuce, seven six deuce hit your crew
ooh, yeah, it’s legend
everybody know how i get down (yl)
boy them n-ggas be with the get down
he claim that he play with a stick now
d-mn, don’t you go against that mafioso
yeah, i’m fully loaded like my name was loso
d-mn, i got my foot up on the gas
playin’ with the gangs, put them shots up in your -ss
countin’ all this money, b-tch i got a money rash
pull up on that n-gga, shoot it out and i do the dash
yeah, i shoot it out and i do the dash
double-s, we shootin’ first and last
d-mn, watch me hit you with the swag
no you ain’t gettin’ no gas, know i got the bag still
word around town, i might just pull up, hit your man still
and i serve that n-gga garbage, this p from the landfill
haha, that n-gga still coppin’
and my n-ggas in the field, bodies still droppin’
i got a bad b-tch with me and she p-ssy poppin’
i’m in the trap nonstop, b-tch i go full throttle
i poured a f-ckin’ four in a lemonade bottle
i be in the streets duckin’ from them f-ckin’ coppers
you know the feds watchin’, but the feds can’t stop me
i beat the sack like rocky, bad b-tch wanna top me
i got h-lla sauce b, yeah, yeah
n-gga yeah i’m h-lla saucin’, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
say i’m a bengal, i’m the king of the jungle
you run up on me wrong, then that savage he gon’ burn you
know i keep a stick, that sh-t sing like tina turner
all y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all need to get your f-ckin’ funds up
yeah, legend be with the sh-t
look at my watch, it’s a brick
look at my neck, it’s a brick
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