Roc Marciano - Jungle Fever lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Check it Yo play the graveyard shift for chips Stay dipped in the whip, different day same sh** Duckin' the dicks, hugging the strip, puffing the spliff With, n***as who wanted to shine and get rich Like Mitch when I first met the b**h I admit, wasn't fit, not a dime she was more like a Nick Said she came from the Bricks, til she came in our midst Our crew broke her off she was buying us kicks When I cut her she was bu*ter, white b**h from the gutter Had to hide you from my mother cause you didn't have color Not to say my mama prejudice but, a devilish s*ut Wasn't gonna be in her crib blessing her son But, dressing me up, she definitely was Lo' sh** dragging, soda club jackets You got the whole package I could just wrap you in plastic You's a bad b**h, Jungle Fever [Hook] You know her name, the rich man's aspirin Some say she's, really what's happening Some dudes use her for satisfaction Others use her while they coolin' and maxin' Me and my b**h it's like Fatal Attraction [Verse 2] Check it I stay loyal, wake up in the morning, cook for you Boil you in oil, hold you tight like foil From turmoil to dirt soil Kept me afloat like a surfboard, been in turf wars Squirt the fours, pigs had to search for us Some got merked trying to cuff my bird Wasn't much on words, big bucks you earned Got your weight up now you firm, money to burn n***a's jealous of me and her, we infer Trips OT the b**h chose me Black Brad Pitt with Angelina Jolie Your family's from overseas, f** with OGs Like Cooley High star Cochise Known to diss the rock like Mo' Cheeks Often try not to OD, hitting that raw, won't sleep Put my face in it, taste exquisite Jungle Fever [Hook] [Verse 3] Worst drug you my first love Mama told me you was trouble but On the first hung we double up And when it's cold out we bundle up And when the summer come we shine like a couple [??] Custom trucks, big bu*t s*uts, love us Watch for 21 Jump, big money to touch f** 20 bucks putts, paper cuts on the thumbs Eighty thousand in ones, make your fingertips numb Income dumb, Steak A1, Purple haze for lungs You bis**ual you like thugs You b**hes that hang out in night clubs Ride [??] like paparazzi, Watch me flash lightbulbs They watchin' us from high up We had our run, now my times up [Hook] [Production by Roc Marciano]