I’m gonna buy some love charms
To get you in my arms
I’m gonna betcha, i’m a-gonna getcha
With my, love
Y’all know that’s no pokemon
Tryna be the one when i’m out for them all
Better line up for the f#cked up ‘fro
Better hut one, better hut two
Light skin, white ranger
With a nine-gauge shotty and a lightsaber
Got a dick with a cape, and an s on the vest
So they tryna put a ring on my ninth finger
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concretе jungle fever
Got that concrеte jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Ooh ooh
This ain’t been official
But the friendship beneficial
Ooh
That ain’t gonna be no issue
’cause y’all know what that dick do
Ooh, got a b#tch salivating
Ooh
All her side-n#gg#rs outdated
Ooh
Filling my, filling my plate up
Ooh
Y’all know what that dick do
Gotta clean up aisle six
This b#tch need a bucket and a mop and a bib
When the wap drip drip for the popular kid
Bug they addicted to what my dick do
I’m gonna pull up skirt
Then i’m gonna pull up the skirt
Then we gonna work to the bed go
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Had the d once now they wants it for keeps
But they never put a muzzle on me
Tryna keep a diggy dog dog on a leash
But a dog, he belongs on the streets
Imma take a b#tch to the jungle
Tryna find out what the trunk do
Tryna vibrate like bamboo
This that, this that doggy dog world
And i’m a mother-f#cking pitbull
You gonna be my scooby-snack
When ya find out what that dick do
I’m gonna pull up skirt
Then i’m gonna pull up the skirt
Then we gonna work to the bed go
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
b#tch i ain’t no house-wife, bad dogs outside
I belong to the streets
And i know you still down to ride
’cause you got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Got that concrete jungle fever
Ooh, that’s so nice of you
Ooh, that’s so nice of you
Oh oh oh that’s so nice
That’s so nice of you
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