My Hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Fuckin' with the shits gonna leave you in a ditch
Yous' a fuckin' bitch just a dumb little bitch
Waste of space, gonna put you in your place
Better watch out, or I'll shoot you in your face
Gun, never hate my blood
Oh you might just feel this junt
Knife up to your neck, better guess what happens next
Runnin' up a check, better watch our fuckin' back
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Still up in the game
Let it bang and this fuckin' fame
Fuckin' with the Freddie Mayne
Gon' end yo' life, I so insane
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit bitch
Oh no, I just gotta go
Yous a hoe I hope you know
I walk on down to the other side of town
Meet me there about noon
I will see you very soon
Got a Glock
Mr. Dope Mayne
Watchu tryna do, I'm just tryna smoke increase my hope
I hold it and I'm gonna choke
Chill mayne, kill mayne bitches love a real mayne
Freddie is the devils name, I'll kill you like a fuckin game
Chill mayne, kill mayne bitches love a real mayne
Freddie is the devils name, I'll kill you like a fuckin game
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Fuckin' with the shits gonna leave you in a ditch
Yous' a fuckin' bitch just a dumb little bitch
Waste of space, gonna put you in your place
Better watch out, or I'll shoot you in your face
Gun, never hate my blood
Oh you might just feel this junt
Knife up to your neck, better guess what happens next
Runnin' up a check, better watch our fuckin' back
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Still up in the game
Let it bang and this fuckin' fame
Fuckin' with the Freddie Mayne
Gon' end yo' life, I so insane
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit bitch
Oh no, I just gotta go
Yous a hoe I hope you know
I walk on down to the other side of town
Meet me there about noon
I will see you very soon
Got a Glock
Mr. Dope Mayne
Watchu tryna do, I'm just tryna smoke increase my hope
I hold it and I'm gonna choke
Chill mayne, kill mayne bitches love a real mayne
Freddie is the devils name, I'll kill you like a fuckin game
Chill mayne, kill mayne bitches love a real mayne
Freddie is the devils name, I'll kill you like a fuckin game
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with the pistol on my hip
Strollin' through the jungle with
the pistol on my, on my, on my, on my
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Chassels
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