CRITIQUA - Junglepussy

Bitches love to critique

They just swear they unique

Hold the media standards history gon' repeat

Bitches can’t even see, eyelash on fleek

You ain’t talkin' to me, you must be talkin' to these niggas

Show my ass on the beat

Know they asses, they cheap

Ain’t a damn thing discrete, the name Junglepussy

They can’t entangle with me

Think everything’s string theory

Who you gon' blame?

Play that banjo, baby

Ain’t a damn thing a man think gon' drive me crazy

I be damned in the sand, so wet, so wavy

These words for your neck

Don’t stress me, baby

And you deserve what you get

That tongue audacious

I learned from the best, you just heard 'bout they shit

Earn my respect, held down the day shift

Pregnant with success

And you know what they did?

Tryin' to test something so sacred

They can’t assess nothin' I’m sayin'

Big in my chest

You press to kiss my lips

Blowin' the sess, flowin' the technology

Golly, I just want the knowledge, not the D

Don’t project your problems on top of me

Don’t you wanna be?

Don’t you just wanna be?

Off the web, off the dev, off the tree

To the left, it’s a dub, hit the streets

To my next, to my blessings, my peace