A$AP Ferg - Jungle - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

28.11.2014

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[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Nigga smoking cigaweed stressin' All my sons feeling neglected Woke up in the strip club flexin' I want all the girls on my erection I'm thankful to God that I'm winning So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants T Ferg out of jail and he with me You know that shit is a blessing [Hook] x4 Uh-huh (Uh-huh) Yeah-huh (Yeah-huh) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Nigga smoking cigaweed stressin' I'm guessin' no nigga like me put in that work like a Mexican All these bitch niggas be hype off they estrogen Fergie so sick he changed up his medicine Ain't gon deny, I be so fly Put the heat in the street and it ain’t no mirage Can't you see with your eyes, I'm the new [?] Need a bad bitch like Nicki to have a menage Sorry Safaree, she got some thick thighs No game like Atari, when a slice of that pie Shoutout to Bari Vlone on the rise 2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god [Hook] [Verse 3: Marty Baller] (Marty, finish 'em) Feeling like I'm bout to turn it up Tell the DJ I said turn it up Cause I come from a place where niggas don't sleep They selling that white seven days of the week All night to stay on they feet Then they hunt in the night like a thief Cop guns cause they stay in some beef Then they ride with them guns in the street (All the time) My niggas be uber the Jeep Personal driver whenever we creep Guns gon fly open whenever we meet And I'm grabbing them guns out the seat Cause I heard you got it for cheap Got it for low, and we trying to eat With my flow, I could rock you to sleep And knock them birds off in a week We ain't come for no games Now my niggas ain't playing What the fuck is you saying? Motherfucker y'all paying All them hammers is spraying All your bodies is staying Y'all niggas ain't show me no love I remember they tried to act tough Now when I walk in the club, I light up my weed, and them niggas they all want to puff What the fuck is that stuff? We don't rock like that, and ya niggas really ain't gon pop like that They not like that, they don't fight back Tell 'em shoot and them niggas give the Glock right back Them bitches they all used to front I tell them to lick on my nuts Then kiss on my shit, then spit on my shit Then smoke it up just like a blunt [Hook]
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