| White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
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| White dope, black load, I can’t even see
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| Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
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| Snatch a nigga ho and hide her at the Doubletree
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| You doin' too much, you doin' too much, you doin' too much
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| We eating a lot so we chewin' too much, we chewin' too much
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| Them niggas be talkin' ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
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| Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up
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| ‘Bout that Velveeta, I’ll feed a nigga shells
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| Hold up, hold the cell
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| Shooters in the cut, posted like a scab
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| We ain’t plaiying no games ‘bout that bag
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| Palm itchin' like they got the crabs
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| Nigga pop bands like I pop tabs
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| All the diamonds in your shit cloudy
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| You should call your jeweler up and whip his ass
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| Tip-toeing in some double C
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| Pinky ring worth a couple P’s
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| Five hundred, have my young nigga pull up
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| Eat your face like a cup of greens
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| Kanye nigga, keep a Kim K
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| All my pussy gotta keep a skin fade
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| Thick shape with a super slim waist
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| Spread that milkshake nigga, Que keep
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| White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
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| White dope, black load, I can’t even see
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| Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
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| Snatch a nigga ho and hide her at the Doubletree
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| You doin' too much, you doin' too much, you doin' too much
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| We eating a lot so we chewin' too much, we chewin' too much
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| Them niggas be talkin' ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
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| Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up
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| Told her I ain’t nothing like her last man
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| Grind a pound down to the last gram
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| Rollin' backwoods out a gas can
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| Put my Tru Religions in the trash can
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| My mind gone and I’m paranoid
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| Dawg told me that I need a CAT scan
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| Got a couple skirts and some tracking numbers
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| Think somebody gettin' them packs in
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| Twenty P’s in the mini-Cooper
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| Clip long, nigga get your ruler
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| Got bricks foul wrapped up in the cooler
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| These niggas flexin', don’t let ‘em fool ya
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| Got a white girl, black girl, white girl
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| I’m on my piano shit
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| And I’m five height, get back
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| I drip wax, just like the candle lit
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| White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
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| White dope, black load, I can’t even see
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| Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
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| Snatch a nigga ho and hide her at the Doubletree
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| You doin' too much, you doin' too much, you doin' too much
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| We eating a lot so we chewin' too much, we chewin' too much
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| Them niggas be talkin' ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
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| Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up |