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PERFORMING ARTISTS
QUE.
QUE.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quintin Square
Quintin Square
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Westside Webb
Westside Webb
Producer

Lyrics

White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
White dope, black load, I can’t even see
Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
Snatch a **** ho and hide her at the Doubletree
You doin’ too much, you doin’ too much, you doin’ too much
We eating a lot so we chewin’ too much, we chewin’ too much
Them **** be talkin’ ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up
‘Bout that Velveeta, I’ll feed a **** shells
Hold up, hold the cell
Shooters in the cut, posted like a scab
We ain’t plaiying no games ‘bout that bag
Palm itchin’ like they got the crabs
**** pop bands like I pop tabs
All the diamonds in your shit cloudy
You should call your jeweler up and whip his ass
Tip-toeing in some double C
Pinky ring worth a couple P’s
Five hundred, have my young **** pull up
Eat your face like a cup of greens
Kanye ****, keep a Kim K
All my pussy gotta keep a skin fade
Thick shape with a super slim waist
Spread that milkshake ****, Que keep
White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
White dope, black load, I can’t even see
Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
Snatch a **** ho and hide her at the Doubletree
You doin’ too much, you doin’ too much, you doin’ too much
We eating a lot so we chewin’ too much, we chewin’ too much
Them **** be talkin’ ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up
Told her I ain’t nothing like her last man
Grind a pound down to the last gram
Rollin’ backwoods out a gas can
Put my Tru Religions in the trash can
My mind gone and I’m paranoid
Dawg told me that I need a CAT scan
Got a couple skirts and some tracking numbers
Think somebody gettin’ them packs in
Twenty P’s in the mini-Cooper
Clip long, **** get your ruler
Got bricks foul wrapped up in the cooler
These **** flexin’, don’t let ‘em fool ya
Got a white girl, black girl, white girl
I’m on my piano shit
And I’m five height, get back
I drip wax, just like the candle lit
White ho, black ho, I got jungle fever
White dope, black load, I can’t even see
Velcro, no strain, we rock double G
Snatch a **** ho and hide her at the Doubletree
You doin’ too much, you doin’ too much, you doin’ too much
We eating a lot so we chewin’ too much, we chewin’ too much
Them **** be talkin’ ‘bout shooters but bitch I got two in the cut
Splash brothers in this bitch and they ready to shoot this shit up
Written by: Quintin Square
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