Jungle

A$AP Ferg

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    Nigga smoking cigaweed stressin'
    All my sons feeling neglected
    Woke up in the strip club flexin'
    I want all the girls on my erection
    I'm thankful to God that I'm winning
    So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants
    D ferg out of jail and he with me
    You know that shit is a blessing

    Uh-huh (uh-huh)
    Yeah-huh (yeah-huh)
    Nigga smoking cigaweed stressin'
    I'm guessin' no nigga like me put in that work like a mexican
    All these bitch niggas be hype off they estrogen
    Fergie so sick he changed up his medicine
    Ain't gon deny, I be so fly

    Put the heat in the street and it ain’t no mirage
    Can't you see with your eyes, I'm the new [?]
    Need a bad bitch like nicki to have a menage
    Sorry safaree, she got some thick thighs
    No game like atari, when a slice of that pie
    Shout outs to [?]

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    (Marty, finish 'em)
    Feeling like I'm bout to turn it up
    Tell the dj I said turn it up
    Cause I come from a place where niggas don't sleep
    They selling that white seven days of the week
    All night to stay on they feet
    Then they hunt in the night like a chief
    Cop guns cause they stay in some beef
    Then they ride with them guns in the street (all the time)
    My niggas be uber the jeep
    Personal driver whenever we creep

    Guns gon fly open whenever we meet
    And I'm grabbing them guns out the seat
    Cause I heard you got it for cheap
    Got it for low, and we trying to eat
    With my flow, I could rock you to sleep
    And knock them birds off in a week
    We ain't come for no games
    Now my niggas ain't playing
    What the fuck is you saying?
    Motherfucker y'all paying
    All them hammers is spraying

    All your bodies is staying
    Y'all niggas ain't show me no love
    I remember they tried to act tough
    Now when I walk in the club, I light up my weed
    and them niggas they all want to puff
    What the fuck is that stuff?
    We don't rock like that, and ya niggas
    really ain't gon pop like that

    They not like that, they don't fight back
    Tell 'em shoot and them niggas get a pop right back
    Them bitches they all used to front
    I tell them to lick on my nuts
    Then kiss on my shit, then spit on my shit
    Then smoke it up just like a blunt

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