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French Montana – Stuck in the Jungle Lyrics

French Montana Stuck in the Jungle Lyrics, Stuck in the Jungle Lyrics by French Montana ft Lil Durk Pop Smoke

I’m up in traffic, I ride with them guns
You know how we do every summer
Jump out the Benz like fuck what it is
You know how I do for my brothers
Chiraq crib, they gave me yo’ papers
I’m stuck in the zoo for the summer
Ain’t talked to my dawg in a couple of months
Could somebody tell him I love him?
Fucking these hoes all over the world
I never give groupies my number
Racin’ them Lamb trucks
Pressure in the front, then I’m back of the bumper
Get ’em Xans up, fuck off the Perky, I take off the rubber
Put my hands up, look at the face on the Roley beginning to bust

I’m like A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie
She wants to lean, I get it ’cause she got the pussy
You said they stole your chain, you lyin’, they took it
Amiri’s with the Dior Mikes

I’ma do these hundred years
And cry them hundred tears
If a n**** try to play with my life
So watch what you say
‘Cause, n****, I don’t play
Any time of the day, it’s on sight
I looked the judge in the face
Told him I don’t know a thing
I wasn’t there that night
They said I had a AK in the ‘Rari
And I just caught a body
I’m like, “N**** that’s a lie”

Armed and dangerous
Sucka ass n***** can’t bang with us
Angel dust
Stopped on streets, they label us
Notorious, can’t be touched, yeah
Back of the block, yeah it was here
Yeah, serving the bundles
Lawyers and opps, yeah
Judged by twelve, we’re six feet under
One time for Chinx, one time for Max
You know I’m puttin’ you under
Why I’m still here?
What is the mission?
You know I sit and I wonder
Ain’t speak to my dawg in a couple of months
Could somebody tell him I love him?
NY Crib, duckin’ the feds
Stuck in the zoo for the summer
One time for Big, one time for Pun
Welcome to City of Gods
You know the story, ridin’ the ‘Rari
Only way get out of Dodge
You pay like them ages
Life of the rich and the famous
That’s why she suckin’ me off
Like I come in different flavors
On the Tech N9ne, got a TEC-9
Shooters with me, yellin’ Salaam
Pop with a hook, you out of your mind
Go tell ’em rewind

I’ma do these hundred years
And cry them hundred tears
If a n**** try to play with my life
So watch what you say
‘Cause, n****, I don’t play
Any time of the day, it’s on sight
I looked the judge in the face
Told him I don’t know a thing
I wasn’t there that night
They said I had a AK in the ‘Rari
And I just caught a body
I’m like, “N**** that’s a lie”