Brianna Perry - Jungle - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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BP, ready? Live from the bad bitch headquarters Birthing these hoes, I got four daughters I'm the realest, what I got to show for it Let Jesus take the will, and I'll show for it! Peter Piper pick Perry the Push But I'm the shit, no SPEAK or flush And now I don't mean to be over their heads Running, spitting the verses like I'm bunking the beds Bounce, I could put you late for a stand by Don't need security, I move like a samurai! Broke and envious, they're looking with a green eye I don't roll up, but I ain't high! Paparazzi, that's what the fame buy Suited for the game, but it's no tie! Hook: Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? Never stop, never bow Can't school me with financial holds I was bump beneath, I was copping hoes (See again) It's my time so I'm clocking hoes You can only do what I let you Who the fuck are you to say I never impressed you? Filthy mouth, need POTTY TRAINING The menace I'm, I could tell from my body LANGUAGE Anybody could get it, ask' When I hum for the crown, bitches better bow down Cause I'm only 21 with a hell of a style I'm in the bank, you in denial! I'm too nice to ever PLAY nice Give advice, look at the bigger picture not the likes! If you nigga a hoe then you a dyke I'm provocative but they don't wanna fight Hook: Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? My appearance don't need no clearance Good critic, nothing in the name of my appearance Check my balance, check my merits I can't be broke like 7 (divide that!) Get pimping, man, he in the peddy! Keep yourself together, bitch, that's peddy! I can't socialize with chicks, that's peddy Fine women like me, pink plenty (noup) Ain't many, my ego ain't many All head stincky, respect gotta get me Rap then again, too many gimmicking I just put the words to the beat, but I ain't industry! Just put the words to the beat, but I ain't industry! Hook: Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reporting live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh? [Outro:] This is not a test You wagging and get happening I double dare you Big Oprah could tell you to do it! Stop!
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