| Check it
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| Yo play the graveyard shift for chips
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| Stay dipped in the whip, different day same shit
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| Duckin' the dicks, hugging the strip, puffing the spliff
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| With, niggas who wanted to shine and get rich
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| Like Mitch when I first met the bitch
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| I admit, wasn’t fit, not a dime she was more like a Nick
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| Said she came from the Bricks, til she came in our midst
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| Our crew broke her off she was buying us kicks
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| When I cut her she was butter, white bitch from the gutter
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| Had to hide you from my mother cause you didn’t have color
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| Not to say my mama prejudice but, a devilish slut
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| Wasn’t gonna be in her crib blessing her son
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| But, dressing me up, she definitely was
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| Lo' shit dragging, soda club jackets
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| You got the whole package
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| I could just wrap you in plastic
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| You’s a bad bitch, Jungle Fever
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| You know her name, the rich man’s aspirin
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| Some say she’s, really what’s happening
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| Some dudes use her for satisfaction
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| Others use her while they coolin' and maxin'
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| Me and my bitch it’s like Fatal Attraction
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| Check it
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| I stay loyal, wake up in the morning, cook for you
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| Boil you in oil, hold you tight like foil
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| From turmoil to dirt soil
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| Kept me afloat like a surfboard, been in turf wars
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| Squirt the fours, pigs had to search for us
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| Some got merked trying to cuff my bird
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| Wasn’t much on words, big bucks you earned
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| Got your weight up now you firm, money to burn
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| Nigga’s jealous of me and her, we infer
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| Trips OT the bitch chose me
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| Black Brad Pitt with Angelina Jolie
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| Your family’s from overseas, fuck with OGs
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| Like Cooley High star Cochise
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| Known to diss the rock like Mo' Cheeks
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| Often try not to OD, hitting that raw, won’t sleep
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| Put my face in it, taste exquisite
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| Jungle Fever
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| Worst drug you my first love
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| Mama told me you was trouble but
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| On the first hung we double up
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| And when it’s cold out we bundle up
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| And when the summer come we shine like a couple
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| Custom trucks, big butt sluts, love us
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| Watch for 21 Jump, big money to touch
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| Fuck 20 bucks putts, paper cuts on the thumbs
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| Eighty thousand in ones, make your fingertips numb
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| Income dumb, Steak A1, Purple haze for lungs
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| You bisexual you like thugs
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| You bitches that hang out in night clubs
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| Ride like paparazzi, Watch me flash lightbulbs
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| They watchin' us from high up
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| We had our run, now my times up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jungle Fever , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп