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ncg madmaxx - jungle كلمات الأغنية

[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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