Jungle Music

Jungle Music Lyrics

(Unclear words are in curly braces.)

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I'm not talking about the queens
But the b**ches
Not the sisters the b**ches
Not the young ladies the b**ches
The b**ches the b**ches


Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want

Most chicks want minks
Diamonds a Benz
Spend up all your ends
Prob'bly f**k your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with b**ches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along

Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you, and stick around
b**ches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address
This vampiress
Givin' the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb b**ches

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My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end
Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent

Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent
I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me p**sed

Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress

b**ches come my way, I make 'em hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
f**kin' around with those b**ches.

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Since I've been club-hoppin'
You've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in

Any nigga with a record
Could get your butt naked

So your man got a Lex'[is]
You live in the projects
Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
f**k around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status
Deep down you want this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this

Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
b**ches like you ain't sh*t to me
And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty

Now go in peace Don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are
Filthy b**ches