Brianna Perry

Brianna Perry - Jungle lyrics

rate me

BP, ready?

Live from the bad bitch headquarters

Birthing these hoes, I got four daughters

I’m the realest, what I got to show for it

Let Jesus take the will, and I’ll show for it!

Peter Piper pick Perry the Push

But I’m the shit, no speak or flush

And now I don’t mean to be over their heads

Running, spitting the verses like I’m bunking the beds.

Bounce, I could put you late for a stand by,

Don’t need security, I move like a samurai!

Broke and envious, they’re looking with a green eye

I don’t roll up, but I ain’t high!

Paparazzi, that’s what the fame buy

Suited for the game, but it’s no tie!

Hook:

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

Never stop, never bow

Can’t school me with financial holds

I was bump beneath, I was copping hoes

(See again) It’s my time so I’m clocking hoes

You can only do what I let you

Who the fuck are you to say I never impressed you?

Filthy mouth, need potty training

The menace I’m, I could tell from my body language

Anybody could get it, ask…

When I hum for the crown, bitches better bow down

Cause I’m only 21 with a hell of a style

I’m in the bank, you in denial!

I’m too nice to ever play nice

Give advice, look at the bigger picture not the likes!

If you nigga a hoe then you a dyke

I’m provocative but they don’t wanna fight.

Hook:

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

My appearance don’t need no clearance

Good critic, nothing in the name of my appearance

Check my balance, check my merits

I can’t be broke like 7 (divide that!)

Get pimping, man, he in the peddy!

Keep yourself together, bitch, that’s peddy!

I can’t socialize with chicks, that’s peddy

Fine women like me, pink plenty (noup)

Ain’t many, my ego ain’t many

All head stincky, respect gotta get me

Rap then again, too many gimmicking

I just put the words to the beat, but I ain’t industry!

Just put the words to the beat, but I ain’t industry!

Hook:

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Reporting live from the jungle

Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

Wanna rumble with the beat, huh, huh, huh?

[Outro:]

This is not a test

You wagging and get happening

I double dare you

Big Oprah could tell you to do it!

Stop!

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