Jungle Fever - Roc Marciano

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Yo play the graveyard shift for chips

Stay dipped in the whip, different day same shit

Duckin' the dicks, hugging the strip, puffing the spliff

With, niggas who wanted to shine and get rich

Like Mitch when I first met the bitch

I admit, wasn’t fit, not a dime she was more like a Nick

Said she came from the Bricks, til she came in our midst

Our crew broke her off she was buying us kicks

When I cut her she was butter, white bitch from the gutter

Had to hide you from my mother cause you didn’t have color

Not to say my mama prejudice but, a devilish slut

Wasn’t gonna be in her crib blessing her son

But, dressing me up, she definitely was

Lo' shit dragging, soda club jackets

You got the whole package

I could just wrap you in plastic

You’s a bad bitch, Jungle Fever

You know her name, the rich man’s aspirin

Some say she’s, really what’s happening

Some dudes use her for satisfaction

Others use her while they coolin' and maxin'

Me and my bitch it’s like Fatal Attraction

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I stay loyal, wake up in the morning, cook for you

Boil you in oil, hold you tight like foil

From turmoil to dirt soil

Kept me afloat like a surfboard, been in turf wars

Squirt the fours, pigs had to search for us

Some got merked trying to cuff my bird

Wasn’t much on words, big bucks you earned

Got your weight up now you firm, money to burn

Nigga’s jealous of me and her, we infer

Trips OT the bitch chose me

Black Brad Pitt with Angelina Jolie

Your family’s from overseas, fuck with OGs

Like Cooley High star Cochise

Known to diss the rock like Mo' Cheeks

Often try not to OD, hitting that raw, won’t sleep

Put my face in it, taste exquisite

Jungle Fever

Worst drug you my first love

Mama told me you was trouble but

On the first hung we double up

And when it’s cold out we bundle up

And when the summer come we shine like a couple

Custom trucks, big butt sluts, love us

Watch for 21 Jump, big money to touch

Fuck 20 bucks putts, paper cuts on the thumbs

Eighty thousand in ones, make your fingertips numb

Income dumb, Steak A1, Purple haze for lungs

You bisexual you like thugs

You bitches that hang out in night clubs

Ride like paparazzi, Watch me flash lightbulbs

They watchin' us from high up

We had our run, now my times up