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Noodah05
Noodah05
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deangelo Greer
Deangelo Greer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chichi
Chichi
Producer

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Lamb turned to lion, I eat nightmares for supper Bloaw-bloaw, one command and I'll sick 'em on another (What's happening, Chi Chi?) 'Cause there ain't no love in the jungle Profit over everything Money might just be my name Ain't no love in the jungle Profit over everything Money might just be my name Like, oh Oh, I feel it now She had her baby in the cold summer, that's a fever child They was with you, but how many of 'em really with you now? Yeah, that loyalty, that royalty, I need it all Oh, yeah, yeah Life of the hard-knock It's the truth that always hurt, make your heart stop Soon as you get that bag, you bet not fumble Know it's survivor of the fittest in that jungle (Lamb turned to lion, I eat nightmares for supper) Please, don't betray me for the other I'm still cold and fair, they still rollin' in I tell my family, "I'm still thuggin', I ain't made a deal" I done talked to Amber Alert, they need to save the kid (Ain't no love in the Jungle) should've said that What's a name died on the side of that move, you should've read that Crossed me out, even though I don't cause harm, that's a red flag Start losin' all my sanity and giving toe-tags (Woah, woah) Yeah, you should've been here with me The streets take the closest thing you love Wish you was sittin' here with me Niggas have shit they wanna say, invisible tension Mama, know I love you, dearly Told you, "Watch them, niggas friendly" Oh, I feel it now She had her baby in the cold summer, that's a fever child They was with you, but how many of 'em really with you now? Yeah, that loyalty, that royalty, I need it all Oh, yeah, yeah Life of the hard-knock It's the truth that always hurt, make your heart stop Soon as you get that bag, you bet not fumble Know it's survivor of the fittest in that jungle (Lamb turned to lion, I eat nightmares for supper) I sip codeine, bruh, it's okay, if you waste it Kickin' shop, but he ain't dead Know you tired of telling 'em to, shake back Funerals and court dates, been more of them then birthdays She keep asking me about ashton, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you, twin Fuck 12, we take 'em on a car chase, bulletproof, and we get up Yeah, we hit his house again Runnin' out of favours, I'm exhausted again Bump heads with my dawg, I gave him time like a kiosk But be runnin' on them bases, if I was them, I wouldn't be out there Perc 10, I ain't take it if I ain't crazy, and I won't be high Better show the one that's knee-high and sold the Reebok Oh, I feel it now She had her baby in the cold summer, that's a fever child They was with you, but how many of 'em really with you now? Yeah, that loyalty, that royalty, I need it all Oh, yeah, yeah Life of the hard-knock It's the truth that always hurt, make your heart stop Soon as you get that bag, you bet not fumble Know it's survivor of the fittest in that jungle Oh, oh, God It's like, somebody tell us, "we will lose" You ain't talking to my crew We're immortal, immortal now (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
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