Lyrics Nah - 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 ox-tails 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's spazzin' even when it's hot
How dope is this? teach you how to grow and live
What you want? lo and timbs
Got your man gropin' limbs
Got my Cam flow from him
No limit, Soulja Slim, down to flirt
Fuck and get your baby ass feelings hurt
Need a nigga that can go down so he feel the dirt

(Nah)
(No)
(Hell nah! Its not even like that)

Spicy ass Jamaican bitch, you could get ya chicken jerked. suckin' on the wrong dick, that could get ya sister murked
You don't know what I got all up in my fuckin' purse, grippin' on my fuckin' water bottle all these niggas thirst
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 Costner with the drama- it's not an opera love
I'm over talkin' 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 ain't love yourself
I'm up in trader joes, shopping cart full of health
I'm a 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 nah nah... sike! I'm like nah nah never ever)