Jungle

Jungle文本歌词

***** smoking ciga**** stressin'

All my sons feeling neglected

Woke up in the strip club flexin'

I want all the girls on my ********

I'm thankful to God that I'm winning

So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants

T Ferg out of jail and he with me

You know that **** is a blessing

Uh-huh (Uh-huh)

Yeah-huh (Yeah-huh)

***** smoking ciga**** stressin'

I'm guessin' no ***** like me put in that work like a Mexican

All these ***** *****s 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 ***** like Nicki to have a menage

Sorry Safaree, she got some thick thighs

No game like Atari, when a slice of that pie

Shoutout to Bari Vlone on the rise

2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god

(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 *****s 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 thief

Cop guns cause they stay in some beef

Then they ride with them guns in the street (All the time)

My *****s 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 *****s ain't playing

What the **** is you saying?

************ y'all paying

All them hammers is spraying

All your bodies is staying

Y'all *****s ain't show me no love

I remember they tried to act tough

Now when I walk in the club, I light up my ****, and them *****s they all want to puff

What the **** is that stuff?

We don't rock like that, and ya *****s really ain't gon pop like that

They not like that, they don't fight back

Tell 'em shoot and them *****s give the Glock right back

Them *****es they all used to front

I tell them to lick on my ****

Then kiss on my ****, then spit on my ****

Then smoke it up just like a blunt

JungleLRC歌词

[00:00.87][Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

[00:01.22]***** smoking ciga**** stressin'

[00:18.77]All my sons feeling neglected

[00:20.70]Woke up in the strip club flexin'

[00:22.57]I want all the girls on my ********

[00:24.43]I'm thankful to God that I'm winning

[00:26.89]So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants

[00:29.19]T Ferg out of jail and he with me

[00:31.31]You know that **** is a blessing

[00:33.07][Hook]

[00:33.40]Uh-huh (Uh-huh)

[00:34.93]Yeah-huh (Yeah-huh)

[00:49.18][Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

[00:49.37]***** smoking ciga**** stressin'

[00:52.40]I'm guessin' no ***** like me put in that work like a Mexican

[00:53.96]All these ***** *****s be hype off they estrogen

[00:57.29]Fergie so sick he changed up his medicine

[00:58.65]Ain't gon deny, I be so fly

[01:00.87]Put the heat in the street and it ain’t no mirage

[01:02.83]Can't you see with your eyes, I'm the new [?]

[01:05.09]Need a bad ***** like Nicki to have a menage

[01:07.15]Sorry Safaree, she got some thick thighs

[01:09.27]No game like Atari, when a slice of that pie

[01:11.34]Shoutout to Bari Vlone on the rise

[01:13.24]2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god

[01:15.58][Hook]

[01:40.66][Verse 3: Marty Baller]

[01:41.14](Marty, finish 'em)

[01:42.35]Feeling like I'm bout to turn it up

[01:44.11]Tell the DJ I said turn it up

[01:46.11]Cause I come from a place where *****s don't sleep

[01:48.28]They selling that white seven days of the week

[01:50.31]All night to stay on they feet

[01:52.05]Then they hunt in the night like a thief

[01:53.85]Cop guns cause they stay in some beef

[01:56.28]Then they ride with them guns in the street (All the time)

[01:58.44]My *****s be uber the Jeep

[02:00.70]Personal driver whenever we creep

[02:02.26]Guns gon fly open whenever we meet

[02:04.37]And I'm grabbing them guns out the seat

[02:06.68]Cause I heard you got it for cheap

[02:09.03]Got it for low, and we trying to eat

[02:10.79]With my flow, I could rock you to sleep

[02:13.09]And knock them birds off in a week

[02:15.26]We ain't come for no games

[02:16.78]Now my *****s ain't playing

[02:17.96]What the **** is you saying?

[02:19.56]************ y'all paying

[02:20.43]All them hammers is spraying

[02:20.96]All your bodies is staying

[02:22.15]Y'all *****s ain't show me no love

[02:23.53]I remember they tried to act tough

[02:25.86]Now when I walk in the club, I light up my ****, and them *****s they all want to puff

[02:29.73]What the **** is that stuff?

[02:33.85]We don't rock like that, and ya *****s really ain't gon pop like that

[02:36.08]They not like that, they don't fight back

[02:38.91]Tell 'em shoot and them *****s give the Glock right back

[02:40.77]Them *****es they all used to front

[02:42.65]I tell them to lick on my ****

[02:44.63]Then kiss on my ****, then spit on my ****

[02:47.12]Then smoke it up just like a blunt

[03:05.99]