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Trippie Redd - The Jungle Book lyrics

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The Jungle Book by Trippie Redd


[Intro: Lil Wop & Quavo]
This beat from Murda (Murda)
That’s it, that’s it right there
Hey, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Wop]
We the Taliban blowing sh*t up like Saddam, ayy
b**ch, I keep the chopper on me, I’m heavily armed, ayy
And I’m from Chiraq, we got guns like Iraq
We’ll take your sh*t and when you come we make you buy it back
I just put Chanel on my lil’ b**ch, that b**ch like five racks
I just told her, “Go pick up the pack,” and she gon’ fly back
Big stick with a big clip, make you back, back
In a coupe with the stick shift, we be ridin’ fast
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, we gon’ pull up with some big guns
Yeah, b**ch, I’m Big 14, I keep some big drums, yeah
I like counting green, I got some green thumbs
Think I got pneumonia in my fists, I see the symptoms, yeah
[Interlude: Trippie Redd]
Uh, Big 14, know what the f**k going on, lil’ b**ch
Gang, gang, uh
Shoot you, take your chain, chain
Uh
We ’bout all that action
We ’bout all that action
We ’bout all that action, nigga
We ’bout all that action
We ’bout all that action
We ’bout all that action
[Verse: Trippie Redd]
Smoking ’til my lungs hurt, uh
I count all this guap until my thumbs hurt, yeah
b**ch, I’m Big 14, that’s on my brother, yeah
I can see your face right on this plain shirt, yeah
I want all the love but all this love hurt, yeah
All these pussy niggas mad, they butthurt, yeah
I can read your mind, you niggas cluttered
I been eatin’ good pussy, nigga, on my supper, yeah
Yeah, b**ch, I’m the sh*t
I’m a walking lick but you niggas ain’t takin’ sh*t
I’ma pull up with that chopper, mops out, do a hit
Drill time, yeah, nigga, kill time, yeah
I might kill slime, yeah, on a kill grind, yeah
On a killstreak, uh
Man, these pussy ass niggas, man, they kill me
I been drippin’ sauce, lil’ b**ch, hella filthy
Got a mink coat ’cause it was gettin’ chilly
[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, yeah, uh
When it’s kill time, drill time, we kill slimes
On a big grind, and we big time
Big time, big time, yeah, we big time
Yeah, we big time (We ’bout all that action, we ’bout all that action)
Pull up on the scene, you get killed, slime, ayy (We ’bout all that action, we ’bout all that action)
Pull up on that scene, you get (We ’bout all that action, we ’bout all that action)
Uh, you get drilled, you get drilled for real, you get
You get killed for real, you get killed for real
You get spilled for real, yeah



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