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letra de welcome to the jungle - grilla

[chorus]
welcome to the jungle this is where i f-ckin’ live
this ain’t a f-ckin’ loft lil’ b-tch it’s made of dung and twigs
started from the bottom and i’m moving by the inch
move another spot and you’ll regret it if you did, yea
everyone around me either gang or wanna quit
grilla been established there’s no f-ckin’ with my bizz
f-ckin’ with my pay, gets under my skin
i keep askin’ who, what, where, you know i have to win

[verse 1]
i’d rather be up in the trees than the limelight
i don’t really need to stick to the guidelines
any guidance i need is in my mind
’cause i know i’m gonna get it when the time right
that’s the last game sittin on the sidelines
now i’m backstage sipping on a rhinegiest
so cold is the game, gave babe pound sign
big fat chance she be waiting for me outside, sh-t
i’m the man now, you won’t see the man down
you gon’ see the merch line, you can see the fans now
higher than a birds eye, i don’t wanna land now
i don’t even perspire, only gettin tan now
from the first to the last, know i’m hands down can’t doubt
f-ckin’ intense like a campground
she just want to tug on this sh-t with her d-mn mouth
i’ma stay number one b-tch if you can’t count

[interlude]
grilla grilla gang
grilla grilla gang
grilla grilla gang
grilla grilla gang
grilla grilla gang
grilla grilla gang

- grilla

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