Jungle Fever lyrics

[Intro x2]
Young n*gga got jungle fever
Young n*gga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah

[Hook1 x4]
Young n*gga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah

[Hook2 x4]
And we ain’t playing ‘bout the money neither
I'll feed a n*gga shells for the Velveeta

[Verse 1]
Hey, little n*gga this a two-seater
It can only fit two people
If it ain’t a b*tch in the seat next to me
I can almost guarantee you it's a 9mm
Hit club Cheetah, grab some b*tches and some pasta
Try to kill time, drinking Henn' not vodka
Racks in the compact 9, I'm a boss
I hate to have to break a pus*y n*gga off proper
Hey, I f*cked my teacher for some extra credit
She work at Cheetah late at night to get that extra Fetti

[Bridge]
Youngest n*gga in the club with a snug
Giving hugs to the b*tches in the bathroom
When I’m done showing love I’mma go and chop it off
With the pimps sellin' Blacks in the bathroom
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[Verse 2]
Done to catch, caught the ammo back
For the pepperjack, we ain’t playing ‘bout the cheddar
And we'll feed a n*gga shell for the sweet cheese Velveeta and a Mozarella
I got Jungle Fever like Spike Lee
Young n*gga feeling like Ice-T
Pockets full of dead presidents like a grand
Bust a ho twice my age
My black and white b*tch go together like a f*cking zebra
I feel like Stevie, I can’t help it I got jungle fever

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[Hook2 x4]

[Bridge]

[Outro x4]
Young n*gga got jungle fever
Young n*gga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah