Brianna Perry Jungle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Live from the Bad Bitch Headquarters
Birthin' these hoes, I've got four daughters
I'm the realest, what I got to show for it?
Let Jesus take the wheel and I chauffeur it
Peter Piper picked Perry to push
But I'm the shit, no spake or flush
And I don't mean to be over they heads
When I'm spittin' the verses like I'm bunkin' their beds
Boss – I could put you life on standby
Don't need security, I move like a samurai
Broke and envious, they lookin' with the green eye
I don't roll up, but I aim high
Paparazzi, that's what the fame buy
Suited for the game, but it's no tie

[Hook]
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?

[Verse 2]
Never stop – never fold
Can't school me with financial holds
I was bumpin' Ether, I was coppin' Hov
It's my time, so I'm clockin' hoes
You can only do what I let you
Who the f*ck are you to say I never impressed you?
Filthy mouth, need potty trainin'
I'm into something, could tell from my body language
Anybody could get it, ask Pacquiao
On the hunt 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 your nigga a hoe, then you a dyke
I'm provocative but they don't wanna fight

[Hook]
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?

[Verse 3]
My appearance don't need no clearance
Good credit, nothin' in the name of my parents
Check my balance, check my merits
I can't be broke, like 7 (divide that)
Get pampered, mani' and a pedi'
Keep yourself together, bitch that's petty
I can't socialize with chicks that's petty
Fine women like me, I ain't plenty
Ain't many, my ego ain't mini
Old heads stingy, respect gotta give me
Rap finicky, too many gimmicky
I just put the words to the beat but I ain't industry
I ain't industry
Spit the words to the beat, but I ain't industry

[Hook]
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Reportin' live from the jungle
Now how many real hoes wanna rumble?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?

[Outro]
This is not a test
If you aggie, then get at me
I double dare you (this shit is classic)
Big Oprah couldn't pay you to do it