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I pull up with Tommy like distro
Your bitch, she gave me a kiss though
You little niggas in danger huh?
Imma go ghost like Reina 
They be like "Damn, what is you saying?"
Boy I ain't playing, She in the whip
It's a Trans Am, she wanna dip
I wanna slam, she want a kid 
I want the grams, suck on this dick  
She need a bib, whip got a tint
Like we in camp, she's so legit
I'm in demand, off of the shits
I'm finna mix, all of the piff
I do my dance, I'm like a zit
I'm on your chick, I'm finna pop 
If she gives me a chance 
I'm finna swim in the coochie 
My girl different colour like Coogi 
Nigga talk down on my name
Catching a fade like I'm Boosie 
Took a shot of that bitch and she juicy 
These niggas Drier than Moosie 
I'm on an island with all of my partners
And my nigga smoking that loosie 
I see that nigga getting vexed 
Cause I'm fucking on his ex
You got diamonds on your neck 
Best believe you're getting check
I got all these women 
And I treat them with respect 
Nigga talking shit then Imma hit him with the tek 
And if a nigga wanna try me Imma have to get upset
And if the paper origami, nigga fold it place a bet 
And if your bitches try to climb me
Why you gotta stop that shit?
And why you tweaking acting nervous
Like you're with the cops and shit?
Get the fuck up out my mentions 
You a old nigga with a pension
Dropping the fake news for attention
We don't wanna see you venting
Beat a nigga like Kenshin
I ain't the nigga to mess with 
Pulling the strings and i feel like George Benson
Dollarsorryens so reckless
Dollarsorryens in her messages 
I can't fuck her she a pesimist 
I do this shit like a specialist 
The money I'm counting indefinite 
Finger fucking the stack cause it's celibate 
And these niggas they hella irrelevant 
They're like "how did you become so eloquent?"
I think it's the melanin

Jungle Fevers (Prod. Dollarsorryens)

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