Jiggy Jiggy

Jiggy Jiggy, Biggie Biggie
Machiavelli, panoramic
Views on celli, life's belly
African girl
Skin dark like Kelly (Kelly, Kelly, Kelly)
Skin dark like (dark like, dark like)

Honey on her waistline
Money, tryna make mine
Buddy thinking take slice
Mummy thinking thank God
Everybody's on suttin'
(Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber)
Tell'um keep your hands
Honey on her waistline
Money, tryna make mine
Buddy thinking take slice
Mummy thinking thank God
Everybody's on suttin
Tell'um keep your hands off

Twenty thousand leagues under sea
Waving with my bitches and my team
I can see you looking, wishing you
Really was a part or never preed
Pree this you might learn suttin
Never owed a thing to no third cousin
Ex's Mrs or a friend that duck out
When we weren't buzzin
You can suck a dirty dick baby
And maybe earn suttin'
Aye aye

Fendi Fendi, Prada Prada
Di-e-go, Maradona
Hand of God, bang it on her
She done a runner on her plug
Now he's down a oner
It's all good, no biggie, Biggie
It's suede and it costs six fiddy
Please don't touch me
I'm toxic really
No, no really, really
Anyway, enough about me
Send a car, pick her up around three
Jeez
In the cut with a couple my g's
And some random sweet ones
Like I'm Rowntree's
Jelly tots, every colour
Pound stronger than the dollar
I walk in the club to a guard of honour
Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber

Honey on her waistline
Money, tryna make mine
Buddy thinking take slice
Mummy thinking thank God
Everybody's on suttin'
(Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber)
Tell'um keep your hands
Honey on her waistline
Money, tryna make mine
Buddy thinking take slice
Mummy thinking thank God
Everybody's on suttin'
(Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber)

Jiggy Jiggy, Biggie Biggie
Machiavelli, panoramic
Views on celli, life's belly
African girl, skin dark like Kelly

Come with the card or the cash
Whatever's easier (skin dark like)
I put white gold in my mouth (splash)
Feel like I'm freezing up (ice)

She got good taste, Benihana
Real church goer
Never tell her mumma
Tab of LSD stashed in her phone case
You won't ever see her do it
But she got it on her
Lingerie, yeah I took it off her
Bit of forbidden fruit, she a real snack
(Real snack)
Couple more minutes and you woulda' cracked
Henny 'n' Pepsi, took it to the max
Ringtone busy
More suits than Steve Buscemi
And the women on my lap sit pretty
Normally you're here
A couple hours in the city
But you got a week left
Like the back of my Achilles
So it's, black tie, double cuff
Never doing too much
But it's still enough
Travel to the Brits
On a double decker bus (yeah!)
And now I'm just looking
At the back like Ooh ooh

Jiggy Jiggy
Big Willy Willy
Fresh Princess
No West Philly (yeah)
Views views on celli, life's belly
African girl
Skin dark like Kelly (Kelly, Kelly, Kelly)
Skin dark like (dark like, dark like)



Credits
Writer(s): Andre James Mclean, Thomas James Donovan, Cameron Andrew Morrell, Johnny Poole, Quinton Mitton, Alex Osiris Lock
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