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type shit - baby jungle and lil gotit lyrics

[intro: baby jungle & lil gotit]
yeah, n*gga
i’m real hoodbaby
let’s get it
type sh*t

[verse 1: baby jungle & lil gotit]
like i’m giannis, i’m committed to the bucks (i get bucks)
come through like the men in black without a tux (type sh*t)
put that pressure on him, make him self*destruct (yeah, fasho’)
n*ggas ain’t gettin’ money, i know life sucks (hmm)
cd on my feet, dior stepping
trap from state to state, do what i want, change the setting
better stay in yo’ lane, hop in mine, n*ggas wrecking
cut his feet off, hmm, these n*ggas ain’t stepping (huh, huh)
type sh*t that i’m on if i wanna push the issue
call me mr. pop it, but i ain’t talkin’ no pimple (boom, n*gga)
real hoodbaby, but my lifestyle rich, expensive
we gon’ get the money, long as it come out the printer

[verse 2: lil gotit]
it’s just me and jungle, ’bout us get popped like a pimple (hrrr)
christian dior, casablanca, this sh*t ain’t simple (naw)
all my shooters ain’t no point guards, them n*ggas centers
we just copped so many beyblades, cause we some spinners
we in skyami on yachts, yeah we livin’ like the pope (pope livin’)
i got ten pointers in every row, she f*ckin’, get her throat (fasho’)
burnt and turnt, that’s for certain, but i been goin’ up on hoes
snotty crew, we catch him lackin’, creep up on him, wipe his nose
new givenchy pieces in, b*tch we born to win (top chef)
can’t have none if she not a twenty, my basic b*tches ten (facts)
[verse 3: baby jungle & lil gotit]
lil’ bruh get dizzy with that choppa, all he know is spin (b*tch come here)
the only letters in my alphabet is f and n (f&n, n*gga)
money talk, bullsh*t walk, n*gga what’s the cost?
bae talmbout she want a bbl ’cause i get bodies bought
grand cherokee, what the f*ck you mean, this a trackhawk
soon as he jumped up in the street, we put him on the sidewalk (hoodbaby)
all black suburban, presidential like i’m donald trump (hoodbaby)

[verse 4: lil gotit]
they give yak a bond, i’m freein’ his ass like donald trump (free yak)
free double 0, it’s walk down gang everywhere i go (let’s go)
hit shotoff, yeah fat wizza if i need a ‘bow (shotoff)
they might as well send me the pairs, i’m dressin’ in these clothes (clothes)
swipe platinum cards, you ain’t gon’ never know when this bankroll folds (swipe)
conley baby, s655 on jonesboro road
hoodbaby, yeah, on percocets i paid that mode, yeah

- baby jungle and lil gotit lyrics

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