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Paroles de la chanson Jungle Justice par Prettyboy D-O

You better warn them
**Dey try to touch mi paper I go HURT THEM
I was running in my city from the COPS MAYNE
When they caught me told them take me not my CROPS DEM
Got them
I get Substance
Pretty mothafucka i be problem
Nigga wanna test he must be drunk then
That's why Mi no dey send them like mi governm Iooo ent
Government
Pretty be the baddest , confess :bangbang:
Any cheese that man get , mi sweat :bangbang:
All those years I no get respect :bangbang:
Now I'm up you know I done get revenge :bangbang:

Ahhhhhhhhhh
This na jungle justice
I say my brother this na jungle justice
Cos where Mi from dey no give you no nothing
No recognition but we always working
Kai
I say my brother this na jungle justice :bangbang:
My definition of jungle justice
Cos where mi from dey no give you nothing
No recognition in the jungle
Hate it or love it
The underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine only until my heart stop
I'm up in the morning Pretty no need alarm clock
If they touching my money , guarantee you your heart stop
I was struggling

Mi had nothing I was living with my cousin
You no know me , don't you call me by mi government
Only niggas wey dey with me for the slumps den Na my brethren
For the niggas that be sleeping on me , keep sleeping on me
Like I do when I'm with your shawty , I'm with your shawty
Give her pipe, give her marijuana ,mi make her stammer
I be boss, mi no give her dollar , no give her rabba
No dey hide , tell them do your worst , come and do your worst
If dey try , leave 'em in a dirt , put em on a shirt
I was low , now dey looking up , ask if that's a bird

We dey ball brother from the 1st to the 31st
Call me Pretty Pretty
Prrrrrraanaaaa
Preying on mi turf
Don't be silly silly
Prrrrraaaaannaa
Preying on mi turf
Mi leave u hurt
Put u deep inna earth
Ready just gimme the word
I was stuck in a curb
Dealing and pushing the herb
just Trynna double mi worth
Double the bread
Pretty was stuck in the mud
look to the heaven above
Put in the work
While they asleep on the bed

Till the boy deep in the morgue
I was low , now dey looking up , ask if that's a bird
We dey ball brother from the 1st to the 31st

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