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yoshii madrazo - mango/jungle lyrics

[part 1]

(intro: nyela, lizabeth borja & jared bayer)
aye madrazo turn the m-th-f-ckin b-ss up
i feel blue
we go through
we on every side
i’m never sad
we won’t run
we won’t hurt
bleed from every side
i’m never sad (suck my nut, erick)

(verse 1: yoshii madrazo & lizabeth borja)
hey dog
sh-t’s real funny, ain’t it?
shout out blake, schoolboy q
hey put me on the phone, put me on the phone (suck my nut, erick)
you say you f-ckin’ wit’ a white girl, millie b-tch?
i keep it glockin’ and poppin’, you keep a fat chick
you say you use ya hand to hold a gun and blatt wit’
but you can use ya giant hand ta wipe my -ss wit’ (ehem, d-mn)
i shoot dice
i stay real
you’ve been fake
i pop pills
you pop tums
you ate the cake
i’m stayin’ grateful and faithful to all my f-ckin’ trues
i wish the best to everybody, boy, except you
i ain’t a snitch
i ain’t a b-tch
well that’s a difference
you ain’t rich
and your plays are in the double digits
i can hear you f-ckin’ breathing in yo song, it sucks
you started crying when yo’ chubby -ss got hit in the nuts (hahaha)
can you do me a favor and just stop makin’ music
i got a glock but, i got hands so i won’t f-ckin’ use it
you had all this f-ckin’ love around you, just abuse it
you say you gettin all the girls well that’s a big amus-m-nt (-sighs-)
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
i’m sorry i had to do you like this boy, i’m sorry
i mean this from the bottom of my heart; eat my entire -ss
3-1-2
eat it up like jack-in-the-box
homie, you won’t shoot
your lil brother’s all that you got, homie
pop ’em
b-tch i drop ’em
we really robbers
we danger
b-tch, we bangers
and if you dope i’m finna slang ya
like we rangers
we got ya
boy, we slop ya
tie you up, we turn yo’ brain to pasta

(verse 2: spooker)
yo, i dunno if you know
but i don’t think you can handle my flow
and it be so entertaining
seeing your face is straining
you can’t handle me bakin’
and this the equation
you need a vacation
from making anything ever again
just lettin’ you know my friend
’cause this is the end
of you and me and what’s in between
take a step and get stuck in the teeth
oh
and i mean i be on, oh
and i don’t f-ck with yo’ sh-t
’cause you know i found
got around it
and you ain’t nothin’ i know
i just can’t stand what you do
and you weaker

(segue: magiq1)
girl, you just call me and i will come runnin’ (running)
to be by your side (come on)
pretty girl, come to me, i just think you’re so stunning
i’m surrounded all aride
runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ (running)
runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ (running)
runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ (running)
runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
ah (runnin’ runnin’ runnin’)

[part 2]

(prelude: lizabeth borja, yung moto-moto, & kelly garcia)
suck my nut, erick
my p-ssy wet
shut up! (wooh)

(chorus: yoshii madrazo)
one ride, back in the ghost
sippin’ lean, white sand in my nose
16, we got bags for the low
we the team, yfs to the globe
jungle, ridin’ through
ak-47 hangin out the roof
world war, 3-4
seven up, my drool
got the at4 bussin’ through yo’ roof
jungle, ridin’ through
ak-47 hangin out the roof
world war, 3-4
seven up, my drool
got the at4 bussin’ through yo’ roof

(verse 1: yoshii madrazo)
money drippin’ out of my pants
feelin’ like ranch
got ’em on bandanas
runnin’ with the blue cut bands
all of my friends got ’em all branded
f-ck lil hub, got a van, send it again
you gon’ get slammed then
molly water cup with the xans
man with the plan, tryna throw hands man
drop down, 5-0
heist crew, dead on arrival
f-ckboy tryna ride wit’ the gang but he still tryna aim to the side though
just wait ’til we fly though
how many brothers that have died though
5 pounds, 29 on the curbside, sniper on the roof to the right, oh
doola, doola, you can hear the sound
drop top tearin’ through ya town
shootin’, shootin’ ’til the b-tch is down
we the ultra boys from the underground
homie pull around
mercenaries to the underground
ran away and he was never found
b-tch, its yfs to the grave and down

(chorus: yoshii madrazo & juice808)
jungle, ridin’ through
ak-47 hangin out the roof
world war, 3-4
seven up, my drool
got the at4 bussin’ through yo’ roof
jungle, ridin’ through
ak-47 hangin out the roof
world war, 3-4
seven up, my drool
got the at4 bussin’ through yo’ roof
j-j-juice, j-j-juice

- yoshii madrazo lyrics

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