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letra de pop my shit - baby jungle

[intro]
uh
jungle
went to sleep with all this ice on how i ain’t wet the bed
pillow talking n-ggas doing, you better make your bed
uh, uh-uh
uh, uh-uh
let’s go, let’s do it
b-tch
(d-mn, spancy)

[chorus]
went to sleep with all this ice on how i ain’t wet the bed (on gang)
pillow talking n-ggas doing, you better make your bed (you better make your bed)
get him popped just like a pill, we gon’ call that murder meds (we gon’ call that murder meds)
all in videos, popping my sh-t, doing my money spread (uh)
i’ma pop my sh-t, uh
swear this sh-t ain’t sweet, but walk around like a l!ck
that ho left when i was down, now i’m up, she feeling sick
n-gga know he ain’t my kind, that boy know, yeah, he a b-tch, uh
i swear they don’t like me ’cause they know i pop my sh-t, uh (they know i pop my sh-t)

[verse]
double r sliding (skrrt)
copy all my drip, yeah, my wave, they be riding (my wave, they be riding)
told my n-gga spin like a fan ’til they stop hiding
all in arizona with bad b-tches, yeah, we vibing
diamond wet just like a pool, uh (wet)
moving with these tools ’cause n-ggas loser than some screws (grraow)
glock, it stuck to me, i think it feel like super glue
b-tch, i’m the king of the jungle and a show-off at the zoo
this glock here ain’t no prop, run up and show you what it do
uh, hundreds and fifties
spend that sh-t today, do it tomorrow, b-tch, i’m living
like i got a genie doing everything i’m wishing (a genie doing everything i’m wishing)
sneaky shooter, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout no attention (don’t give a f-ck ’bout no attention)
i just play my role, uh
act like we in love, but i know she ain’t my ho (know she ain’t my ho)
if i was broke and bummy, they wouldn’t be here, yeah, i know (wouldn’t be here, yeah, i know)
feel like roddy ricch, b-tch, i was just down below (i was just down below, d-mn, spancy)
cut off a couple n-ggas, they was hating on the low
[chorus]
went to sleep with all this ice on how i ain’t wet the bed (how i ain’t wet the bed)
pillow talking n-ggas doing, you better make your bed (you better make your bed)
get him popped just like a pill, we gon’ call that murder meds (on gang)
all in videos, popping my sh-t, doing my money spread (doing my money spread)
i’ma pop my sh-t, uh
swear this sh-t ain’t sweet, but walk around like a l!ck (but walk around like a l!ck)
that ho left when i was down, now i’m up, she feeling sick
n-gga know he ain’t my kind, that boy know, yeah, he a b-tch, uh (that boy know, yeah, he a b-tch)
i swear they don’t like me ’cause they know i pop my sh-t, uh (know i pop my sh-t, uh)

[outro]
uh, swear they know i pop my sh-t, uh
uh, they know i pop my sh-t, uh
uh, swear they don’t like me, know i pop my sh-t
grrah

- baby jungle

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