King of the Jungle lyrics

[Chorus]
Ho, I came a long way, face card good in the jungle (Good in the jungle)
Put di*ks on our Glocks and we stopped havin' problems (Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we f*ck with no condoms (No condom)
She suckin' me, f*ckin' me without a condom (Without a condom)
b*tch I'm the king of the jungle, I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these n*ggas and f*ckin' they mamas (f*ckin' they mama)
I will p*ss on your funeral and tell your ass, "Bonjour" (Tell that ho "Bonjour," ah)

[Verse 1]
When I spin that revolver the world start evolvin'
Start poppin' these n*ggas and b*tches start talkin'
My bullets be trippin', that's why n*ggas fallin'
Got rid of them pistols, we use them too often
Streets getting cold so we save up for coffin
These bullets got colds, that's why n*ggas start coughing
I hopped the gate when I heard walkie talkies
These pistols hot, we're competing with coffee
S.A.N.D.A.S., suck a n*gga di*k or something
These n*ggas better start running
Can't run from that cheetah, it's coming
I'm f*cking your b*tch with no condom on
I wanna feel all her meat and bones
Hitting these b*tches like ping pong
Walk with bananas, I'm King Kong
That Glock get to burning like gonorrhea
That choppa sound off, onomatopoeia
I'm sh*tting on n*ggas, got diarrhea
These b*tches is constipated, they ain't sh*t, yeah
[Chorus]
Ho, I came a long way, face card good in the jungle (Good in the jungle)
Put di*ks on our Glocks and we stopped havin' problems (Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we f*ck with no condoms (No condom)
She suckin' me, f*ckin' me without a condom (Without a condom)
b*tch I'm the king of the jungle, I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these n*ggas and f*ckin' they mamas (f*ckin' they mama)
I will p*ss on your funeral and tell your ass, "Bonjour" (Tell that ho "Bonjour," ah)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the jungle like Steve Irwin
You're in the jungle like Steve Urkel
She giving bald head like Steve Harvey
Cross out my circle, we get Even Steven
Eve bit the apple like Steve Jobs
Ho f*ck bitin' apples, suck on these c*cks
Clean up that nut, do not use a mop
Use your top
These n*ggas are rats so we snaking sh*t
Swiper no swiping, we taking sh*t
Start robbing these n*ggas, won't pay for sh*t
These n*ggas is snitching on paper, b*tch
My b*tch from the jungle, she naked
Rob him for everything naked
Like a picture we gon' take it
Strong arm a n*gga, we gon' ape it
I'm painting her face with no apron
My memory full, I can't save b*tches
b*tches go f*ck on you
That's what made me start hating b*tches
That pus*y getting stretched out
These n*ggas getting stressed out
Baby momma start stressing out (Ah, ah)
[Chorus]
Ho, I came a long way, face card good in the jungle (Good in the jungle)
Put di*ks on our Glocks and we stopped havin' problems (Stopped havin' problems)
This a animal planet, we f*ck with no condoms (No condom)
She suckin' me, f*ckin' me without a condom (Without a condom)
b*tch I'm the king of the jungle, I eat anacondas (I eat anaconda)
We killin' these n*ggas and f*ckin' they mamas (f*ckin' they mama)
I will p*ss on your funeral and tell your ass, "Bonjour" (Tell that ho "Bonjour," ah)