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whiteteechillin - jungle lyrics

i count up the commas give some to my mama
can’t f-ck wit you haters and all of ya drama
been grinding so hard now i’m ready for summer

pick out a new foreign then take off i’m gunning
a race wit my n-ggas we off to the money
we under the moon but still see the sun coming see we all in tune and we got the same hunger
making our moves as we move through the jungle

rather it’s the trap and we selling them bundles
or we can go rap we do what we wanna
you n-ggas is funny you ain’t got no honor
crossing each other for what it be nothing
that was ya mans now look how you done him
i’m a 100 grand and won’t change for nothing
we stick to plan and go get the hundreds
i been in demand even when i was younger
so f-ck what you saying end of discussion
i ain’t ya mans and i ain’t ya homie
what is you a fan cause that’s how you own me
i’m just saying you really don’t know me
i ain’t wit playing so please don’t approach me
let me do me as i live in the moment
you not in this league you not an opponent
go pick a new team and get you some money
i living my dreams i gotta be honest
got more shoes than i need that sit in my closet
smoke the best weed and chill wit my partners
count up the cream whenever i wanna
my b-tch is mean but she a good woman
she do what i need and don’t ask for nothing
was doing my thing when you thought that i wasn’t
and now you done seen just how i be coming

f-ck what you thought and all of ya problems
see me and my partners we go get the commas
ain’t worried bout you and all of drama
i grind through the winter to shine in the summer
i got me two sons and got me a daughter
i teach em the game and keep it a hundred
see they off the chains like daddy and mama
smart in the brain and watch for the funny
you n-ggas be faking ain’t making no money
you got us mistaken you hate us we love it
i count up in private cause n-ggas be bugging
acting all childish got me disgusted
really be wilding when they out in public
see me i be ready but you thought i wasn’t
i know you gone let me or we get the clutching
i ain’t wit stressing or pressing my b-ttons
i’ll send ya to heaven cause that’s what you wanted
and then i right back to money under the moon but see the sun coming smile on my face as i come out the jungle pulling up on mama to drop off this money i give her a hug she tell me she love me then i gotta run it’s back to my hussle

- whiteteechillin lyrics

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