[Verse 1: Junglepussy] You can't fake real I'm eating great eel Teriyaki couldn't stop me with a blade, feel Fuck with me get a buck 50 like the face of seal (I'll fuck ya face) No microwave meals You can't mistake these oxtails for the chicken spot You bitches not fucking with me like a little cock Junglepussy won't catch me in no litter box Get the big picture bitch you in a little box I made him lick the box He said it hit the spot You see me on the block You see the Tommy top Bubble jacket, mother spazzing even when its hot How dope is this? Teach you how to grow and live What you want? Lo and timbs Got your man groping limps Got my Cam flow from him No limit, Soulja Slim Fuck and get your baby ass feelings hurt Need a nigga that can go down so he feel the dirt
(Nah, nah) (no) (hell nah! Its not even like that)
(Bridge) Spicy ass Jamaican bitch, you can get your chicken jerked Sucking on the wrong dick, that can get your sister murked You don't know what I got all up in my fucking purse Gripping on my fucking water bottle all these niggas thirst
[Verse 2: Junglepussy] I roll with big shots, made men with lots of plugs They show me lots of love Serve ya girl lobsters, love You an imposter, love You with the feds.gov You kevin kosner with the drama, its not an opera, love I'm over talking bout these bitches ain't amount to shit All they worry bout is dick and how they mouth could fit I seen you eating Mickey D's knew you didn't love yourself I'm up in Trader Joe's shopping cart full of health I'ma come clean and text my flow with one thumb My style is dumb clean, your style is hum drum You're not exciting, your man never cum I caught him crying, he said he want some Some of this nana Sike I'm like "nah, nah" Never EverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
