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Stuck In The Jungle Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , Pop Smoke, Lil Durk
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I'm up in traffic, I ride with them guns, you know how we do every summer
Jump out the bed, like fuck what it is, you know how I do for my brothers
Chiraq career, they got me on papers, I'm stuck in the zoo for the summer
Ain't talk to my dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell him I love him, yeah
Fuckin' these hoes all over the world, I never give groupies my number
Racing them Lamb' trucks, fresh in the front and the back of the bumper, yeah
Get 'em Xans up, fuck off a Perky and take off the rubber
Put my hands up, look at the face and the Rollie, baguette and the buss
I'm not A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie
She want CELINE, I get it 'cause she got good pussy
You said they stole your chain, you lied, they took it
Amiris with the Dior Mikes
I been through these hunnid years, ain't cried Armani tears
If a nigga try to play with my life
So watch what you say, 'cause, nigga, I don't play
Any time of the day, it's on sight
I looked the judge in the face, told him
'I don't know a thing
I wasn't there that night'
They said I had a AK in a 'Rari and I just caught a body
I'm like, 'Nigga, that's a lie'
Armed and dangerous, sucker ass niggas can't bang with us
Angel dust, South Bronx streets they label us, notorious, can't be touched, yeah
Back of the block, yeah it was hell, yeah, serving the bundles
Lawyers and opps, yeah, judged by twelve and six feet under
One time for Chinx, one time for Max, you know I'm puttin' you under
Why am I still here? What is the mission? You know I sit here and wonder
Ain't speak to my dawgs in a couple of months
Can somebody tell him I love him
N.Y. crib, duckin' the feds, stuck in the zoo for the summer
One time for B.I.G., one time for Pun, welcome to the city of God
You know the story, ride in the 'Rari, only way get out of dodge
Get paid like the majors life of the rich and the famous
That's why she's sucking me off like I come in different flavors
I'm not Tech N9ne, got a TEC-9, shooters with me, yellin' 'Salam'
Pop on the hook, you're out of your mind, go tell 'em rewind, baow
I been through these hunnid years, ain't cried Armani tears
If a nigga try to play with my life
So watch what you say, 'cause, nigga, I don't play
Any time of the day, it's on sight
I looked the judge in the face, told him
'I don't know a thing
I wasn't there that night'
They said I had a AK in a 'Rari and I just caught a body
I'm like, 'Nigga, that's a lie'
Coke Boy, baby
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