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letra de jungle - ncg madmaxx

[intro: ncg madmaxx & biig flash]
say ten, that beat all the way r-t-rded
[?] popped, yeah, this motion don’t stop
aye, (s-s-s-swagdrumma) lets go
never change gang (free all the [?], n-gga)
ayee (lets go)

[chorus: ncg madmaxx]
i got a bad b-tch in north carolina in my comments
i’m a junkie, imma keep poppin’ percs ’til i vomit
from the jungle can’t come to my hood, this b-tch haunted
this lil b-tch a thot, give me top, pull out, nut on her bun
diss on the gang, that’s yo ass, chase you down just like sonic
how you want beef with a n-gga? you ain’t got no money
yeah, imma rapper, but still can get wrapped like a mummy
i’m having racks, but i used to be bummy, lets go

[verse 1: ncg madmaxx]
you with the fish and i swim with the gators
these n-ggas rats, heard they namе was on papers
got his b-tch on the line bеcause she know we get paper
all this ice on my neck, come through, feel like a glacier
when you get to some guap is when them people gone hate you
b-tch, its eat or ate and i’m ready to taste you
had to take a few loss in this sh-t, that’s what make you
have lil bro ‘nem pop out with that lead and erase you, lets go
[chorus: ncg madmaxx]
i got a bad b-tch in north carolina in my comments
i’m a junkie, imma keep poppin’ percs ’til i vomit
from the jungle can’t come to my hood, this b-tch haunted
this lil b-tch a thot, give me top, pull out, nut on her bun
diss on the gang, that’s yo ass, chase you down just like sonic
how you want beef with a n-gga? you ain’t got no money
yeah, imma rapper, but still can get wrapped like a mummy
i’m having racks, but i used to be bummy, lets go

[verse 2: biig flash]
i can make a trap jump for real, put glass in that b-tch
and got a nasty lil b-tch eat the d-ck ’til it spit
put a blrrd on the back of the glock, let it hit
poppin’ addy’s i’m geeked, i can’t sleep, made me sh-t

ain’t going hard for nothing when the racks high
n-gga reach for these diamonds, get shot in yo eye
keep my feet in the pot, keep my hand on the glock
i go hard ’til i rot, i go hard ’til i die
i don’t care ’bout no narcs, imma play my cards smart
put the bros on the move, told them to hit it at night
n-gga play with that bag, you’ll get ya nose wiped
i care less about a b-tch, put the gang on a flight
free marco b-tch, he sleep with that knife
i got alot of the bros, they stuck on rice
n-gga play with that money like playin’ with yo life
had a b-tch in houston i’m not gone wife
[chorus: ncg madmaxx]
i got a bad b-tch in north carolina in my comments
i’m a junkie, imma keep poppin’ percs ’til i vomit
from the jungle can’t come to my hood, this b-tch haunted
this lil b-tch a thot, give me top, pull out, nut on her bun
diss on the gang, that’s yo ass, chase you down just like sonic
how you want beef with a n-gga? you ain’t got no money
yeah, imma rapper, but still can get wrapped like a mummy
i’m having racks, but i used to be bummy, lets go

- ncg madmaxx

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