Quan De Artist (Christmas Gift) Jungle Fever Riddim - ImpulseBeats

I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white-girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love She's got jungle fever, I've got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love I've gone white-girl crazy, she's gone black-boy hazy We're each other's baby, we're in love I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white-girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love She can't love me, I can't love her 'Cause they say we're the wrong color Staring, gloating, laughing, looking Like we've done something wrong Because we show love strong, get real, come on Calling us names too bad to mention But we pay them no attention For color blind are inner feelings If we feel happiness And know our love's the best, forget their mess I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white-girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love She's got jungle fever, I've got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love I've gone white-girl crazy, she's gone black-boy hazy We're each other's baby, we're in love Everyone's created equal Hell with all you ignorant people Trying to stereo type us You really ought to quit 'Cause you don't know jack, you make us sick Off my jock, you're trying to ride me 'Cause I got my girl beside me You'll only make yourself look stupid I love you're trying to dis 'Cause we've got happiness, I bet you're pissed I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white-girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love She's got jungle fever, I've got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love I've gone white-girl crazy, she's gone black-boy hazy We're each other's baby, we're in love I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white-girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love She's got jungle fever, I've got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love I've gone white-girl crazy, she's gone black-boy hazy We're each other's baby, we're in love I've got jungle fever, she's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever, we're in love She's gone black-boy crazy, I've gone white girl hazy Ain't no thinking maybe, we're in love

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