Marty Baller - Jungle lyrics

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Marty Baller - Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] n***a smoking cigaweed stressin' All my sons feeling neglected Woke up in the strip club flexin' I want all the girls on my erection I'm thankful to God that I'm winning So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants T Ferg out of jail and he with me You know that sh** is a blessing [Hook] x4 Uh-huh (Uh-huh) Yeah-huh (Yeah-huh) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] n***a smoking cigaweed stressin' I'm guessin' no n***a like me put in that work like a Mexican All these b**h n***as be hype off they estrogen Fergie so sick he changed up his medicine Ain't gon deny, I be so fly Put the heat in the street and it ain't no mirage Can't you see with your eyes, I'm the new [?] Need a bad b**h like Nicki to have a menage Sorry Safaree, she got some thick thighs No game like Atari, when a slice of that pie Shoutout to Bari Vlone on the rise 2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god [Hook] [Verse 3: Marty Baller] (Marty, finish 'em) Feeling like I'm bout to turn it up Tell the DJ I said turn it up Cause I come from a place where n***as don't sleep They selling that white seven days of the week All night to stay on they feet Then they hunt in the night like a thief Cop guns cause they stay in some beef Then they ride with them guns in the street (All the time) My n***as be uber the Jeep Personal driver whenever we creep Guns gon fly open whenever we meet And I'm grabbing them guns out the seat Cause I heard you got it for cheap Got it for low, and we trying to eat With my flow, I could rock you to sleep And knock them birds off in a week We ain't come for no games Now my n***as ain't playing What the f** is you saying? Motherf**er y'all paying All them hammers is spraying All your bodies is staying Y'all n***as ain't show me no love I remember they tried to act tough Now when I walk in the club, I light up my weed, and them n***as they all want to puff What the f** is that stuff? We don't rock like that, and ya n***as really ain't gon pop like that They not like that, they don't fight back Tell 'em shoot and them n***as give the Glock right back Them b**hes they all used to front I tell them to lick on my nuts Then kiss on my sh**, then spit on my sh** Then smoke it up just like a blunt [Hook]

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