Ran9er - Feel Like A Jungle

★ intro ★
Chop shit (mathias, haha)
Chop shit

★ chorus ★
I feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle (yeah)
I feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle

★ post-chorus ★
Pipe me up, pipe me up
I feel like a jungle, i-i-i feel like a jungle
I feel, what the fuck
I feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle

★ verse ★
Pipe me up, we chopping shit up with the drum
Chop a nigga up while he riding with his bitch
We smoke critical, we smoke, we can tiga
I’m sipping on wock, i don’t sipping on no scissor
I pop perky like it’s lunch time
Hit her, hit ty, pick who, pick her go home fuck high
How you look in time, fuck you in your eye
Do this shit, forever you know we gang ties
Mob ties in a coupe, chopping shit rara in the food
Ain’t nobody mess with them niggas
Them choppers gone get ‘em and you gone let ‘em them invade, a nigga dissing me, and them niggas keep missin me
I fuck that bitch in the gang, choppa shit i’m bout to run off with the fame
You not my bitch but you know my name
Buck her, it shit with the fame (yeah, yeah)
Don’t front on my gang chop, chop
What don’t know what he saying
I’m in the sky like a bird, bird, oh uh that’s ters tird
Chopping it, i’m like a bird, bird (yeah), numin it grrr

★ pre-chorus ★
Bitch i feel like a jungle
Mob ties in a circle, m-m-mob ties in a circle (uh)
I feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle, i feel like a jungle (bitch)
Going crazy, going crazy, crazy
Chop a baby in a baby, baby, baby (huh, yeah)
That’s my baby, baby (huh, uh)
Shit i’m going crazy, crazy (uh, uh)
They going crazy, crazy (wait, uh)
They going crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy)
They going crazy, crazy (uh, uh, uh, uh bitch)

★ chorus ★
I feel like a jungle (bitch), i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle (yeah), i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle (bitch), i feel like a jungle
I-i-i feel like a jungle (bitch)