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letra de jungle ahh beat - .mp3 mafia

[verse 1: idkfatal]
like it or not i’ma f-ck on your thot
if she making moves, you were never the one
[?] inside her head a lot, we be sharing pots
split it fifty-fifty like a wig if you tryna diss on me
may aswell blow a f-ckin’ kiss on me
use some listerine ’cause i can smell your breath from a mile away
watch your smile decay
bro should’ve brushed his t–th as a kid
florida p-ssed [?]
spazzing up on a jungle ass beat, with your mom in my sheets
and she rubbing me d to the beat of the drums
she pushing my p with her thumb, the size of my d tеlling up
shawty postin’ her wap on the taco
she atе that sh-t up, didn’t leave any crumbs
i’m going sicko mode under the mistletoe
kissing multiple ho’s, i’m done with my bros
they wanna f-ck up my energy
i’m working twenty-four seven, they lazy on ketamine
planting a seed like a sesame, wish he had s-x with me
then i buy weed from dispensaries
they said i’m blowing up next week
call me [?], the way you address me
[verse 2: yungfrenchfry & sxdboynoah]
i want my nut all over her forehead like it’s the lion king (simba)
and i’m f-cking your mother and asking for head if you thinkin’ bout trying me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
somebody tell [?] to forget about him and reply to me (okay)
’cause they all know frenchie only want that p-ssy if it’s lookin’ siamese (ayy, ayy)
i’m the king of the jungle, get ready to rumble
anybody can come get hit in this b-tch
this cougar on bumble is tryna come juggle
my b-lls in her hands like she playin’ for the knicks
i flew in this b-tch like i’m straight from tuskegee
don’t ask me to link if it ain’t gon’ be sneaky
she bitin’ the head of my wood like a tiki
so i painted that face, now look like her [?] (b-tch)

[verse 3: sxdboynoah]
i’m in the jungle, your b-tch getting puzzled
she ask for a threesome, me, her and her uncle
i got a lil’ bitty, want touch on my lumber
she f-ckin’ with me while your ass gettin’ humbled
i give her meat now she want the whole bundle
you give her the d now she gettin’ disgruntled
i get the bag and i ain’t gonna fumble
i’m in the p-ssy like a tunnel
got my numbers up, i p-ss on y’all
hating on me? you can suck my b-lls
i’m in the jungle like a poison frog
you broke as a b-tch and it’s all your fault
she hit me up for a late night call
and now i got her suckin’ it right through the [?]
stacking my bands up until they all fall
playin’ tight with the yoppa, b-tch, don’t get caught
riding my d-ck like bicycle, uh
i’m finna nut in her dimples, uh
i got three b-tches, it’s triple, wait
pointing at him with a pistol, bow
she wanna touch on my pickle
now i’m in the strip club throwing nickels, uh
choppa on me, make him wiggle
i’m pullin’ it three times, make him crippled, b-tch

- mp3 mafia

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