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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Jungle
Baby Jungle
Performer
T Royal
T Royal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Glover jr
Sean Glover jr
Composer
Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
Composer
Trè Samuels
Trè Samuels
Composer
Tavarius Royalston
Tavarius Royalston
Lyrics
Alexander Pravo
Alexander Pravo
Composer
Darwin C. Quinn
Darwin C. Quinn
Composer
lalrinsanga colney
lalrinsanga colney
Composer
Calvin Tamar Tarvin
Calvin Tamar Tarvin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C. Gutta
C. Gutta
Producer
Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
Producer
Cozzy
Cozzy
Producer
Tiggi
Tiggi
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Your momma done gave you that ass and I'm 'bout to see what's happenin', yeah
You know that I'm lovin' the way that you sit on them inches, okay
I know you ain't scared of no bitch who'll tell her what's happenin', yeah
I know you come from the hood, girl, it's written all on your face
Baby, you're poppin' and you know it
Baddest love, girl, you're baddest love, babe
Baby, please don't keep your love away
It's your baddest love, babe, it's your baddest love, babe
A.S. Babel, jungle, straight up out the trenches
Real jungle, baby, tough ****
Like you, I'ma spoil you, treat you like my baby
I need a bitch ain't scared to hold that switch inside her Birkin
Love a pretty bitch, don't mind gettin' her hands dirty
Baby, I'm from the ghetto, so that hood shit in my DNA
But thugs need love too, they show me another way
Bae, let's go OT, I started out thuggin' that corner store
Do anything you wanna do, go anywhere you wanna go
Your momma done gave you that ass and I'm 'bout to see what's happenin', yeah
You know that I'm lovin' the way that you sit on them inches, okay
I know you ain't scared of no bitch who'll tell her what's happenin', yeah
I know you come from the hood, girl, it's written all on your face
Baby, you're poppin' and you know it
Baddest love, girl, you're baddest love, babe
Baby, please don't keep your love away
It's your baddest love, babe, it's your baddest love, babe
Look, skin and waist, pretty face, ass real, titties fake
Boujee, but a real demon tryna take my soul away
Pretty bitch, I fuck her missionary so I can see her face
The way she put it on me, hit the mall and let her have her way
She know that I'm YMT, don't like **** come and cheat
She tried to be stiff at first, but she couldn't deny the peak
Told her that this shit 3-D, all her type to let you see
Let her get a taste, now she can't keep her tongue off of me
Give me head, she freestyle on this shit like she on Funk Flex
It's the ho that everybody want, I got her up six
I'm rubbin' off, let her wear my chain, she chuckin' up
Bae, you got that all fucked, bae, you got that soupy wet
Your momma done gave you that ass and I'm 'bout to see what's happenin', yeah
You know that I'm lovin' the way that you sit on them inches, okay
I know you ain't scared of no bitch who'll tell her what's happenin', yeah
I know you come from the hood, girl, it's written all on your face (cute)
Baby, you're poppin' and you know it
Baddest love, girl, you're baddest love, babe
Baby, please don't keep your love away
It's your baddest love, babe, it's your baddest love, babe (okay)
Written by: Alexander Pravo, Calvin Tamar Tarvin, Darwin C. Quinn, Luke Crowder, SAMUELS TRE JORDAN, Sean Glover jr, Tavarius Royalston, Trè Samuels, lalrinsanga colney
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