[Intro]
Fuck
(Crazi)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Zareuz]
Hacum matada
Devil wears the Prada
Feel like Biggie, Poppa talkin' who shot ya
Said you got a shotta
Boy, them boys gon' pop ya
Feel like Waka Flocka with that baby drama
Shit got really hot, like some cooked lasagna
When I creep up on ya, fuck a bitch named Tanya
Got bitches on top of bitches, like McDonald's, I'm lovin' it
Whip out my dick and she suck on it
She wanna ride on my pony, she jump on it
She a tramp, she get tramped, like a trampoline
Bang bro's this bitch, fuck the soccer mom team
It all started with a dollar and a fuckin' dream
Now I'm tryna get up on that magazine
Hand me a Magnum 'cause a nigga 'bout to fuck the game up
Catch a stone-cold stunna
Kick you in the chest, Sparta 3hunna
Freaky motherfucker, feel like Thugger, Thugger
Give me one on one
Excuse me lil' ho', I'm bad when aiming cum
Um, dumb, bum, slum, gum, run, Ricky run
I'm the chosen one, better get yo' gun
Line 'em up and then attack, boy, you better duck
'Cause we 'bout to make these motherfuckers quack
Bitch, we bustin' shots, but they ain't bustin' back
Makin' all these raps, make a coupe stacks
I'm just spittin' facts, I ain't reach my max
I don't know the nigga, then he gettin' taxed
My nigga gettin' money, whippin' Cadillacs
We 'bout to royal rumble, one man jungle
They wanna see me fall, they wanna see me stumble
But I got the ball, I promise I won't fumble
I'm King Kong and this my fuckin' jungle
Fuck
(Crazi)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Zareuz]
Hacum matada
Devil wears the Prada
Feel like Biggie, Poppa talkin' who shot ya
Said you got a shotta
Boy, them boys gon' pop ya
Feel like Waka Flocka with that baby drama
Shit got really hot, like some cooked lasagna
When I creep up on ya, fuck a bitch named Tanya
Got bitches on top of bitches, like McDonald's, I'm lovin' it
Whip out my dick and she suck on it
She wanna ride on my pony, she jump on it
She a tramp, she get tramped, like a trampoline
Bang bro's this bitch, fuck the soccer mom team
It all started with a dollar and a fuckin' dream
Now I'm tryna get up on that magazine
Hand me a Magnum 'cause a nigga 'bout to fuck the game up
Catch a stone-cold stunna
Kick you in the chest, Sparta 3hunna
Freaky motherfucker, feel like Thugger, Thugger
Give me one on one
Excuse me lil' ho', I'm bad when aiming cum
Um, dumb, bum, slum, gum, run, Ricky run
I'm the chosen one, better get yo' gun
Line 'em up and then attack, boy, you better duck
'Cause we 'bout to make these motherfuckers quack
Bitch, we bustin' shots, but they ain't bustin' back
Makin' all these raps, make a coupe stacks
I'm just spittin' facts, I ain't reach my max
I don't know the nigga, then he gettin' taxed
My nigga gettin' money, whippin' Cadillacs
We 'bout to royal rumble, one man jungle
They wanna see me fall, they wanna see me stumble
But I got the ball, I promise I won't fumble
I'm King Kong and this my fuckin' jungle
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