SahBabii - King of the Jungle lyrics

[SahBabii - King of the Jungle lyrics]

Ho, I came a long way
Face card good in the jungle
(Good in the jungle)
Put dicks on our Glocks and
We stopped havin' problems
(Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we fuck with no condoms
(No condom)
She suckin' me, fuckin' me without a condom
(Without a condom)
Bitch I'm the king of the jungle
I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these niggas and
Fuckin' they mamas (Fuckin' they mama)
I will piss on your funeral
And tell your ass, "Bonjour"
(Tell that ho "Bonjour" ah)

When I spin that revolver
The world start evolvin'
Start poppin' these niggas and
Bitches start talkin'
My bullets be trippin'
That's why niggas fallin'
Got rid of them pistols
We use them too often
Streets getting cold so we save up for coffin
These bullets got colds
That's why niggas start coughing
I hopped the gate when I heard walkie talkies
These pistols hot
We're competing with coffee
SANDAS, suck a nigga dick or something
These niggas better start running
Can't run from that cheetah, it's coming
I'm fucking your bitch with no condom on
I wanna feel all her meat and bones
Hitting these bitches like ping pong
Walk with bananas, I'm King Kong
That Glock get to burning like gonorrhea
That choppa sound off, onomatopoeia
I'm shitting on niggas, got diarrhea
These bitches is constipated
They ain't shit, yeah

Ho, I came a long way
Face card good in the jungle
(Good in the jungle)
Put dicks on our Glocks and
We stopped havin' problems
(Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we fuck with no condoms
(No condom)
She suckin' me, fuckin' me without a condom
(Without a condom)
Bitch I'm the king of the jungle
I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these niggas and
Fuckin' they mamas (Fuckin' they mama)
I will piss on your funeral
And tell your ass, "Bonjour"
(Tell that ho "Bonjour" ah)

I'm in the jungle like Steve Irwin
You're in the jungle like Steve Urkel
She giving bald head like Steve Harvey
Cross out my circle, we get Even Steven
Eve bit the apple like Steve Jobs
Ho fuck bitin' apples, suck on these cocks
Clean up that nut, do not use a mop
Use your top
These niggas are rats so we snaking shit
Swiper no swiping, we taking shit
Start robbing these niggas
Won't pay for shit
These niggas is snitching on paper, bitch
My bitch from the jungle, she naked
Rob him for everything naked
Like a picture we gon' take it
Strong arm a nigga, we gon' ape it
I'm painting her face with no apron
My memory full, I can't save bitches
Bitches go fuck on you
That's what made me start hating bitches
That pussy getting stretched out
These niggas getting stressed out
Baby momma start stressing out (Ah, ah)

Ho, I came a long way
Face card good in the jungle
(Good in the jungle)
Put dicks on our Glocks and
We stopped havin' problems
(Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we fuck with no condoms
(No condom)
She suckin' me, fuckin' me without a condom
(Without a condom)
Bitch I'm the king of the jungle
I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these niggas and
Fuckin' they mamas (Fuckin' they mama)
I will piss on your funeral
And tell your ass, "Bonjour"
(Tell that ho "Bonjour" ah)

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