[Intro] Lookie, lookie, they looking at us What they want, what they really want? Who they tryna be? Tink G? Junglepussy? I don't even know why you bother
[Verse 1: JUNGLEPUSSY] Them bitches in the back but them bitches stay frontin' It's nothing, let a bitch or n**** press my buttons Stuntin', looking good cause a bitch supposed to I go to all the poppin' places you don't know boo Money, getting money like bees get honey I'm dripping, them n***** horny, them n***** bore me Poppin', poppin', but never been corny Bitch you know my name Junglepussy she can't be tamed Run around, stay away from lames, it's a shame how bitches complain Mad at me cause they life mundane, like to party and get lusty Party and party til the party musty, cabaret home with a cutie, trust me End of the night, still got my muthafucking money
[Hook] (What they want?) Stay the fuck up out my lane ho Curving these bitches like a muthafucking rainbow Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho I'm poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' up at every angle
[Verse 2: Tink] See I been poppin since papi was popping bottles in public Give your man them temptations as if his name David Ruffin He like my style and my aura, I like his cash and his change He give me head when I'm aching, that's like a heavy migraine These bitches lighter than feathers, I change it up like the weather They say I'm sick with this rapping, so tell these rappers get better I wish these n***** stop wishing, they want my line like they fishing I bought these bitches, they faking, it's like they all want auditions I probably count like thirty cameras when I'm in your city It's monkey-see and monkey-do when Junglepussy with me These hoes is followers and they don't need our Twitter names And I can't roll no strike cause all these goofy bitches in my lane But I'm rolling the doobie and tryna get high so I never get tired Curving these bitches, my money so straight that I never do irons I pull up and crash your party, call it a high hat Cause bitch we making that noise from BK way down to the Chiraq
[Hook] (What they want?) Stay the fuck up out my lane ho Curving these bitches like a muthafucking rainbow Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho I'm popping, popping, popping, popping up at every angle
[Verse 3: JUNGLEPUSSY] Had bitches pussy poppin' to my first single Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, call it Pringles Now why all the dudes I used to like wanna mingle? They see your girl looking like a flamingo (What the fuck?) Oh, oh, sip the grigio slow on these hoes Let these n***** rub my back, let these bitches kiss my toes I keep the haters in the cut along with frenemies and foes Keep that swisher, cancel that dutch, pull that fronto out my clutch Wassup, wassup? Wanna kick it with me, wanna party with me, wanna Polly with me? Tryna get in for free, just my bitches and me we don't fuck with nobody I do me but they study like a hobby Riding with my bitches and you know I'm riding shotty Where the papis at, platanos con salami, wear panties So happy like Ashanti, looking like Naomi Bad bitches at my shows, you fuck n***** owe me See the top get lonely, I don't really give a fuck muthafucka come show me God please protect me from my hoes and my so-called homies And these whack bitches wish they know me, any whack bitches think they know meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
