Nah

[Verse 1: Junglepussy]

You can't fake real

I'm eating great eel

Teriyaki couldn't stop me with a blade, feel

Fuck with me get a buck 50 like the face of Seal

(I'll fuck ya face)

No microwave meals

You can't mistake these oxtails for the chicken spot

You bitches not fucking with me like a little cock

Junglepussy won't catch me in no litter box

Get the big picture bitch you in a little box

I made him lick the box

He said it hit the spot

You see me on the block

You see the Tommy top

Bubble jacket, mother spazzing even when its hot

How dope is this? Teach you how to grow and live

What you want? Lo and timbs

Got your man groping limps

Got my Cam flow from him

No limit, Soulja Slim, down to flirt

Fuck and get your baby ass feelings hurt

Need a nigga that can go down so he feel the dirt

(Nah, nah)

(no)

(hell nah! Its not even like that)

(Bridge)

Spicy ass Jamaican bitch, you can get your chicken jerked

Sucking on the wrong dick, that can get your sister murked

You don't know what I got all up in my fucking purse

Gripping on my fucking water bottle all these niggas thirst

[Verse 2: Junglepussy]

I roll with big shots, made men with lots of plugs

They show me lots of love

Serve ya girl lobsters, love

You an imposter, love

You with the feds.gov

You Kevin Costner with the drama, its not an opera, love

I'm over talking bout these bitches ain't amount to shit

All they worry bout is dick and how they mouth could fit

I seen you eating Mickey D's knew you ain't love yourself

I'm up in Trader Joe's shopping cart full of health

I'ma come clean and text my flow with one thumb

My style is dumb clean, your style is hum drum

You're not exciting, your man never cum

I caught him crying, he said he want some

Some of this nana

Sike

I'm like "nah, nah"

Never

Ever