a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

baby jungle - chicken box كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(i got hitman on the beat)
frrt, frrt, uh, baby jungle
yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, uh, yeah, let’s do it

[chorus]
i done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (yeah, yeah, yeah)
young and turnt, soon as it’s hot outside, i’ll go and drop the top
some bad sh_t, she got on booty shorts and a crop_top (some bad sh_t)
i don’t need security when i’m ridin’ with this chop_chop (boom, boom)
yeah, uh, i get in my zone, watch me get it on (get in that zone, n_gga)
yeah, uh, eater from atlanta, got that georgia dome (uh, uh, she an eater, uh)
yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral homе (how you look)
i could never hate, that’s somе broke_n_gga syndrome (yeah, i could never, uh)

[verse 1]
frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, f_ck ’round and try out the switch (what the f_ck?)
f_ck ’round and clap your b_tch (b_tch clapped)
i’m so lit right now, i might just go and stream myself on twitch (uh_huh)
when they watchin’ and you poppin’, n_ggas better keep that draft, we spin (frrt, frrt, frrt)
when i grab that stick, get out my way, i’m like, “who is you?” better move (b_tch, i’m him)
b_tch, i’m cocoa b_tter when it come down to gettin’ your ho, you know i’m smooth
way before i copped amiri, in middle school, was rockin’ trues
wasn’t f_ckin’ with me ‘fore i got turnt, now everybody want a silver spoon (now everybody want me to hand_feed ’em)
cartier my left wrist, bust this b_tch here, twenty thousand (bling, blaow)
stupid_ass n_gga done shot himself, cheddar bob, 8 mile (dumb b_tch)
i ain’t had no blueprint, i just did it, this a freestyle (comin’ off the top, n_gga)
man, these n_ggas worser than they opps, they d_ck_eat style (what the f_ck?)
[chorus]
i done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (i ain’t never been too bougie)
young and turnt, soon as it’s hot outside, i’ll go and drop the top (fast sh_t)
some bad sh_t, she got on booty shorts and a crop_top (yeah, b_tch, i’m with some bad sh_t)
i don’t need security when i’m ridin’ with this chop_chop
yeah, uh, i get in my zone, watch me get it on (get in that zone, n_gga)
yeah, uh, eater from atlanta, got that georgia dome (got georgia dome)
yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral home (how you look)
i could never hate, that’s some broke_n_gga syndrome (uh, uh, uh)

[verse 2]
frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, gen5 with a b_tton (yeah, yeah)
mrgfn, mr. goin’ for nothin’ (b_tch, i ain’t goin’ for sh_t)
now young jungle lit, i done met my cousins all the sudden (i got so many cousins now)
if them n_ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout no backend, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (don’t wanna hear it)
had to turn it up a notch, i slap this b_tch in sports mode (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
youngin pop out rich as f_ck, they think he got a cheat code (think i got a cheat code)
dumb_ass n_gga all in his feelings, he done cuffed a freak ho (he done hit that nat_ass b_tch)
pull up, send a n_gga back to god, it’s like i repo (i’ma send a n_gga home)
rather eat church’s chicken, i ain’t even gon’ lie, i ain’t into steak (i don’t like no steak)
n_gga had his own, he still wanna come and eat off my plate (dumb_ass n_gga)
i’m gon’ dish out so much smoke, you’d think i made a vape (what the f_ck?)
you’d think i was simon, she gon’ do just what i say, yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
i done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (i ain’t never been too bougie, n_gga)
young and turnt, soon as it’s hot outside, i’ll go and drop the top (fast sh_t)
some bad sh_t, she got on booty shorts and a crop_top (yeah, b_tch, i’m with some bad sh_t)
i don’t need security when i’m ridin’ with this chop_chop (what the f_ck, n_gga?)
yeah, uh, i get in my zone, watch me get it on (get in that mode, yeah)
yeah, uh, eater from atlanta, got that georgia dome (bae got georgia dome, ugh, ugh)
yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral home (casket fresh_ass n_gga)
i could never hate, that’s some broke_n_gga syndrome (i could never hate, on god)
[outro]
frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
ayy, my brother, you see me hatin’ on a n_gga, you just gon’ have to take my life away, n_gga, i ain’t—
you know what i’m sayin’?
big jungle, i don’t do no hatin’
oh, we the biggest in the city, ain’t sh_t bigger than the mob, you hear me?
yeah, uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh, p_ssy n_gga
f_ck you mean?
frrt

- baby jungle

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة