SHUG - jungle boots

Poison

Lyrics:

Who want it? bitch I’m ready to fight
My style must be a ear 
Like Tyson niggas gon bite
I’m draggin these niggas 
Betta lip sync for your life
I’m on a roll like I bowl
And I’m gettin a strike
Ill jump onna nigga neck like kasumi 
Suck my dick like a doobie
Imma movie star, you my pet 
You a boonie, I’m the big shit
Call me DOODIE bitch
Leave you niggas scared 
Shaggy and scooby bitch
Like Austin Powers I’m groovy bitch 
I started killin niggas and found my niche
I push the pedal like a drummers kick
They dread me, I stand tall like wicks
I stole the show, yea I hit that lick 
wiped a nigga nose like vicks  
I heard I make you fuck niggas sick.

You could never x3
Nigga you could never
 REPEAT x2

I snap necks like Kit Kat 
I got drip like tip tap
Want some of this? Lil bitch I smack 
I’m the snack that smiles back
Can’t compare when you really wack 
Ain’t got skill you niggas really ass 
I’ll make y’all arch yall backs
I’m fisting-you-niggas
But I ain’t talkin bout dap
Nigga suck my sack.

You Could Never Remix (feat. Jarrin McDowell)

Apple Pie

Glam (Remix)

Till Four

Lyrics: 
I only dropped 3 songs
But you niggas ain’t seein me Still 
Pack it up, close out like till 
I’m too sharp Spike a nigga like bill
If you sleep on me, betta wake dat ass up
and watch king of the hill 
Bitch I came to kill, kill, kill, kill
I kill, I slaughter 
I wonder why you fuck niggas really even bother, I’m coming for ya neck and I’m coming for ya mothas, ya motha

I’m in my bag like milk in canada 
Yes I want a cookie, Oreo, chromatica 
when that check hit I do a flip like spatula 
if you tryna compete better up ya stamina 
|__________________ x2 _________________|                                               

I’m Supa Dupa Dupa cunt
I had a supa dupa lunch 
I ate all these niggas up
 and had a glass of punch 
I be on these niggas necks 
like razor bumps
Niggas be startin wit me like I’m a jump so,
I’m wondering who gassed em up without a pump tho
A quick jab to the head, watch the 
Blood flow
Me and grim reaper gon be 
sitting in the front row,
Atcha funeral 
Your casket top removable
Hop in it witcha mom
and nail that bitch just like a cuticle 
I write my own shit 
they call me machiavelli
don’t fw small talk 
We can’t chop it up like Machete
Quick wit the shit
I got these niggas unsteady 
Snatch ya eye like the bride
And leave a fuck nigga fetty
I’m tens steps aheady
I know say dem nah ready
I’m really runnin this shit
I be drippin cuz I be sweaty

I’m in my bag like milk in canada 
Yes I want a cookie, Oreo, chromatica 
when that check hit I do a flip like spatula 
if you tryna compete better up ya stamina.
|__________________ X2 _________________| 

I call skill trixs, and you da silly rabbit, 
You posses none, you’d do anything to
have it
Your momma gave me top 
She loved it now momma a addict 
I’m always at the top like Anne,
Baby I’m in the attic 
Let me get frank pa
You look like you work a food cart 
My aim be on point, You a target 
bitch you better dart, You a target 
bitch you better dart

Glam (Remix)

Miah 🖤🖤🖤

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