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twxwks – jungle fever كلمات اغاني

[intro: rxknephew]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, b_tch
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: rxknephew & saddex]
f_ck you, f_ck your shirt, f_ck your hat, f_ck your clothes
walk in the kitchen and i f_ck the stove
walk in the studio and i f_ck the swove
we ain’t even start recording, we just took off our clothes
i got bricks of cocaine that look like drywall
i got more guns than james bond in skyfall
tell a _____, “f_ck you” right to his eyeb_lls
b_tch, i could weigh a thirty one with my eyeb_lls
f_ck you, f_ck the world, and everything in it
i hope the judge die for giving out sentеnce
i hope mailman die for not giving mе stimulus
i hope the government building blow up for child support
jesus christ should be paying us child support
f_ck father’s day and f_ck child support
all my opps should buy me something for father’s day
all my opps trapped in the closet and mad g_y
[verse 2: sequoia & bubby]
i’m out the closet and i’m feelin’ real hyphy
you’re jealous of my swag, i hope you know you can bite me
married to the money, my bae lookin’ like a dime piece
fly like articuno, b_tch i’m looking real icey
teens don’t know that smoking k!lls them (nope)
opps call me smoking because i k!ll them (yup)
checking instagram ‘cause i’m bored as sh_t (sh_t)
k!ll myself, someone took my b_tch

[verse 3: rxknephew]
i’ma step in that b_tch like, “f_ck everybody”
b_tch doing meat placements trying to f_ck everybody
i do a three sixty spin, slap everybody
if my engine light come on, i’m slapping the car
fifteen hundred dollars, b_tch i can wrap the car
they like, “godd_mn neph, why it’s ‘f_ck everybody’”?
she a thot b_tch wanna f_ck everybody
i don’t mean f_ck everybody, but i stick my middle finger up, f_ck everybody

[verse 4: sb bruno]
got my b_tch on the blower, she keep blowing up my phone
stalking me all over snap maps like calling my phone
f_ck you, i don’t care if i rhyme phone with phone
i’ma do it again, suck my d_ck through the phone
four straight bars and they all end in phone?
got a problem? you can call the police on your phone
bend her in half, she lookin’ like a flip phone
now she blowin’ on my instrument like it’s a saxophone
[verse 5: rxknephew & saddex]
_____, f_ck the car that you came in
you don’t believe me? see how nice my uppercut is
my jab way better than my uppercut
hit the coke with an uppercut
this how i woke up, suck my d_ck, i hope you die
they don’t want my kidney, i got hennessy inside
i’ma drink more henny and i’ma donate my organs
i’ma donate my heart after it’s mad black
my shoes cool gray, my heart matte black
my heart metallic black
twxwks and neph crazy as sh_t since dot and kodak black
b_tch you know that’s facts

[segue: js punch]
name a lamer holiday than earth day
gordy’s home, throw fits for my birthday
big blue shoot sh_lls at the first place
i was born to take bills out the church plate

[verse 6: tabris]
wrap it up and serve it in plastic
go back to back with no practice
flip packs for racks, acrobatics
the length i go for cash is so drastic
she said my shaft is so massive
turn her round about, then i tapped it
i tend to bend and go spastic
boutique, unique, you see the fashion
stretch out my racks like elastic
like sito said, it get jurassic
money speak unique, what’s the accent?
world premiere, you hear it like datpiff
they tryna touch the kid like a catholic
i’m tryna touch the sky, make it happen
leave ‘em in the past, they just hasbeens
better prepare yourself and just strap in
[interlude: rxknephew]
f_ck you, f_ck everything, f_ck the world, everything in it
boy you runnin’ around like a purple teletubby

[verse 7: rxknephew & saddex]
i woke up this morning like f_ck you
tell my mama to her face, “i don’t trust you”
tell my cousin to her face, “i don’t trust you”
tell my brother to his face, “i don’t trust you”
you don’t f_ck with twxwks? i don’t trust you
you don’t f_ck with js punch? i don’t trust you
you don’t f_ck with locust records? i don’t trust you
f_ck you, f_ck you, f_ck you, f_ck you
look in the mirror like, “i don’t trust you”
f_ck english, i only know two words, f_ck you
f_ck him, f_ck her, f_ck both of y’all, and all y’all
f_ck your dad, f_ck your mom, f_ck all y’all
room full of b_tches, b_tch i’ma f_ck all y’all
i’ll wear a glock before i wear goyard
b_tch i got good l!cks like bby goyard
shawty got a higher tolerance than bby goyard
move to cali, grass burnt, i ain’t got no yard
unc’ wanna cut the grass, but we ain’t got no grass
house in the hills, we ain’t got no grass
b_tch got long hair, she ain’t got no ass
you can tell how unc’ moving he ain’t got no cash
i used to be like elmoney, and have no swag
i’ma let the whole world know elmoney a b_tch
his house dirty and his b_tch be sucking d_ck
he lying ‘bout his name on his i.d
he lying ‘bout where he from
he lying ‘bout everything, you a pathological liar

- twxwks

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