Jungle Love feat. MED & Guilty Simpson
Prolific, flow like blow, sniff it
Get zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set, this year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kid's potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter, I'd drink straight vodka
Spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug 'em up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I maul y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya
Get zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set, this year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kid's potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter, I'd drink straight vodka
Spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug 'em up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I maul y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
J Detroit I to the L-L-A
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya
Credits
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Byron Simpson, N. Jackson
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