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jungle - lil rekk lyrics

[verse 1]
n*ggas talk that beef sh*t, i’m gon’ milk ’em, call me billy dairy
baby i’m a vulture from the trenches, grew up very scary
n*ggas that i love stab mе in my back, that sh*t unordinary
prolly show you fake love than real lovе, that’s ordinary
i’m tryna fall in love and move away, i don’t wanna die alone
thinking to myself while i’m moving high, why did “50” die alone
they say “50” this, and “50” that, but ain’t gon’ ride along
used to window shop balenciaga, now i go and cop it all
if you need my love just call my phone, i’ll come and drop it all
baby i’m so trencherous, you done got a thug involved
b*tches come and go, yeah we both know so please don’t play with me
that p*ssy unordinary, leave it in and i go straight to sleep
oh no

[chorus]
baby i’m not ordinary i made it out the jungle
where was all this love at when i was selling bundles
used to dream ’bout foreign cars, now a n*gga got those
used to dream ’bout f*ckin’ bad b*tches, now i pop those
my heart got a hole in it bigger than a pot hole
still love my mama through all this drama that’s my backbone
free [?], big bro made tickets off the trap phone
my hood gone turn up for seventeen summers ’til he back home
[verse 2]
a lotta n*ggas want me gone cause i made it out the hood
only here for the n*ggas that was there when i wasn’t good
but this time i hope you proud of me
i hope you never talking down on me
puddles full of pain, it’s raining down on me
this time n*ggas not allowed around with me
if we go into the deep end, would you drown with me?
lotta paparazzi baby you know they surrounding me
look how far i made it, look how many people doubted me
baby where i’m from, n*ggas die, that’s so ordinary
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’ so the more the merry
n*ggas they be internet gangsters, real life be more than scary
my momma said i’m her gift from god, so i’m unordinary

[chorus]
where was all this love at when i was selling bundles
used to dream ’bout foreign cars, now a n*gga got those
used to dream ’bout f*ckin’ bad b*tches, now i pop those
my heart got a hole in it bigger than a pot hole
still love my mama through all this drama that’s my backbone
free [?], big bro made tickets off the trap phone
my hood gone turn up for seventeen summers ’til he back home
my hood gone turn up for seventeen summers ’til he back home

- lil rekk lyrics

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