
The Jungle Danny Wolf (Ft. Lil Keed)
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[Intro]
Welcome to 1st class
Danny, I see you
[Chorus]
Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas
I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen
Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich
I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo)
But I love that ho
You can have my main ho
She comin' back (Fuck she doin'?) like yo-yo's (Fuck is you doin'?)
Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road
Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk
[Verse 1]
Boy, you love your bitch and your life get [?]
Yeah, I came from the South Side, nigga, this shit a jungle
Yeah, she know I got hunnids on hunnids, yeah, I got this shit by the bundle
Yeah, we got real Hi-Tech, shit put you in a coma
Slatt Gotit, I'm with Slatt Gotit
I got so many side hoes, yes, I pay they rent (Hoo)
Yeah, I will flip cars and I went legit (Hoo)
No, I'm not drippin' in it, I trick or treat (Hoo-ooh)
Yes, I got some millions I've been spendin' (Hoo)
Tread on me, boy, I know every spot you live, in (Hoo-ooh)
[?] slumped your brother, huh? Yeah, he still live (Hoo)
Yeah, in that Lamb truck, i'm on that real N
Welcome to 1st class
Danny, I see you
[Chorus]
Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas
I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen
Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich
I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo)
But I love that ho
You can have my main ho
She comin' back (Fuck she doin'?) like yo-yo's (Fuck is you doin'?)
Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road
Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk
[Verse 1]
Boy, you love your bitch and your life get [?]
Yeah, I came from the South Side, nigga, this shit a jungle
Yeah, she know I got hunnids on hunnids, yeah, I got this shit by the bundle
Yeah, we got real Hi-Tech, shit put you in a coma
Slatt Gotit, I'm with Slatt Gotit
I got so many side hoes, yes, I pay they rent (Hoo)
Yeah, I will flip cars and I went legit (Hoo)
No, I'm not drippin' in it, I trick or treat (Hoo-ooh)
Yes, I got some millions I've been spendin' (Hoo)
Tread on me, boy, I know every spot you live, in (Hoo-ooh)
[?] slumped your brother, huh? Yeah, he still live (Hoo)
Yeah, in that Lamb truck, i'm on that real N
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