Songtexte Jungle - B-EfEl

Yeah, I got a new bag full of old ones
And I got a old bag full of new ones
Yeah, takin' these squires out, they's a nuisance
And I gave my team rings, like Audi ones

Kick back, laid in Maybach
Kick back, Kush and some Blacks
Beat that, lil' shawty a Jap'
In the jungle, survive and adapt
In the jungle, survive and adapt
You pigs get hit with the blast
The opps get put on a shirt
That's what happens, you talk to the feds

Yeah, light it on fire, got me some rings
Two-seater Ford Mustangs my team
If you my day one, go get you a ring
Up in the chariot, came with a sling
My girl The Red Witch, busty like dreams
Like Scarlet Witch, body on fleek
Feel like a magnet, thots all on me
Rub from my chest, to my naval and ding (Woah)

Decked in all black, and I'm wearin' Givenchy
I pulled up, lil' mama, she gave me the kitty
Black Air Force 1s, I'm crashin' your team-meet, I pull up
I hop out, and turn you to cement
Yeah, it could be Johnny, got all the bling-bling
I run up the racks, and I trap on the things
I'm a thief in the night, man, I'm keepin' these things
Like Jeepers Creepers, I got me some wings
New money, old money
Diamonds 'round my neck, got me that froze money
Yeah, dope money, dope money, dope money
Clique up, we got us that pope money
Two-seater Jag', and I'm rollin' up one in it
Feel like a wizard I got me a wand in it
Decked in a Benz, and I got me the rims spinnin'
Smokin' that loud, I got me some new spinach
Feel like Steve Rogers, I move like a tank, nig'
Kick back and I'm smokin' on dank engine
Yves Saint Laurent, I smell like a spearmint
Black top, my shirt hate racists
Talkin' that crap, you get popped like a cyst, nigga
I pass, my team dunk, assistin' niggas
You lil' boys, you'll get put on a shirt
Kick back, with a Grandaddy Purp'

Yeah, I got a new bag full of old ones
And I got a old bag full of new ones
Yeah, takin' these squires out, they's a nuisance
And I gave my team rings, like Audi ones

Kick back, laid in Maybach
Kick back, Kush and some Blacks
Beat that, lil' shawty a Jap'
In the jungle, survive and adapt
In the jungle, survive and adapt
You pigs get hit with the blast
The opps get put on a shirt
That's what happens, you talk to the feds

That's what happens, you talk to the feds
Lil' nigga get put to bed
Yo' thot be givin' me head, more head than a graduate
In the Maybach, at the kick-back, yeah
At my dawg spot, and he brought a new chick
Pop an Adderall, I turn to a glitch
Penelope ways, and shit

Designer rules, space cadet, I fly like a pelican, the eagle, uh
Puttin' the syrup, up on my face
Actavis, munchies, I T-pose
Baby on baby, gon' deep-throat those
Tryna get you over, just to feel your tongue
Maybe I can teach you how to hit your tones
Or speak "Jikkuhlang", throw you a bone

Yeah, I got a new bag full of old ones
And I got a old bag full of new ones
Yeah, takin' these squires out, they's a nuisance
And I gave my team rings, like Audi ones

Kick back, laid in Maybach
Kick back, Kush and some Blacks
Beat that, lil' shawty a Jap'
In the jungle, survive and adapt
In the jungle, survive and adapt
You pigs get hit with the blast
The opps get put on a shirt
That's what happens, you talk to the feds

You boys get put ablaze
That's what happens, you talk to the feds
Apes caught 'em lackin' and turned 'em to merch
That's what happens, you talk to the feds
Bust in her hair, made the milky way
Her legs like Selina, the silky way
I'm missin' the rage, it's my Trippie ways
Up in the jungle, there's rules to break