Jiggin
Then I must be the most dangerous man on Earth
Kannon with the hits, homie
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton but snugglеd at the Weston
Get up, did my dancе
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
I call the shots don't need no telephone, or no microphone
You call it quits, tell me who better Jones
You are all my clones
Can you admit I'm fly just like a drone
In every timezone, I'm on yo' mind
I left yo' mind blown, now yo' mind gone
I'm 'bout to pull up just give me a minute
It took me a hour before I had spent it
I'm all in the mentions of all the critics
They want me get jiggy, so I'm finna kill it
I'm rockin' like milly, I'm hotter than chili
I got me a milli' like I was from Philly
Ay, watch me get busy, I'm finna get digits
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (ayy)
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Smoke, question mark, you don't want none (you don't want none)
Brodie knocked him out the park, home run (home run)
Askin' me for my fire go get your own gun (go get your own gun)
And I don't even tote none and I still won (and I still won)
I don't want no dealings, I don't want no business
With none of you women and none of you guys
I'm one of the realest, I'm really real
I'm real, can't even come disguise me
Don't surprise me, don't like surprises
Give me my prize when you recognize me
Love all my brothers like I was a Isley
Trust in my mother she always beside me, never behind me
Hope she live past 90
Hope I can make it to 19 without a crime scene
Feel like I'm Einstein
Lightbulb on my head 'cause that was a hell of a rhyme scheme
My eyes gleam with bright beams
And the light screams and night dreams
And fuck Jeffrey Epstein (fuck him)
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chop 'em up
Got my da, da, da, da, got my dollars up
It go like fa, fa, fa, fa, go get the doctor bruh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, outta luck
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton but snuggled at the Weston
Get up, did my dance
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Get the doctor
Get your money
Top Shotta don dada
Kannon with the hits, homie
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton but snugglеd at the Weston
Get up, did my dancе
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
I call the shots don't need no telephone, or no microphone
You call it quits, tell me who better Jones
You are all my clones
Can you admit I'm fly just like a drone
In every timezone, I'm on yo' mind
I left yo' mind blown, now yo' mind gone
I'm 'bout to pull up just give me a minute
It took me a hour before I had spent it
I'm all in the mentions of all the critics
They want me get jiggy, so I'm finna kill it
I'm rockin' like milly, I'm hotter than chili
I got me a milli' like I was from Philly
Ay, watch me get busy, I'm finna get digits
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (ayy)
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Smoke, question mark, you don't want none (you don't want none)
Brodie knocked him out the park, home run (home run)
Askin' me for my fire go get your own gun (go get your own gun)
And I don't even tote none and I still won (and I still won)
I don't want no dealings, I don't want no business
With none of you women and none of you guys
I'm one of the realest, I'm really real
I'm real, can't even come disguise me
Don't surprise me, don't like surprises
Give me my prize when you recognize me
Love all my brothers like I was a Isley
Trust in my mother she always beside me, never behind me
Hope she live past 90
Hope I can make it to 19 without a crime scene
Feel like I'm Einstein
Lightbulb on my head 'cause that was a hell of a rhyme scheme
My eyes gleam with bright beams
And the light screams and night dreams
And fuck Jeffrey Epstein (fuck him)
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chop 'em up
Got my da, da, da, da, got my dollars up
It go like fa, fa, fa, fa, go get the doctor bruh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, outta luck
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don't put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
Extra perseverance in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton but snuggled at the Weston
Get up, did my dance
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Get the doctor
Get your money
Top Shotta don dada
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Demarques Nevels, Kordarius Ramone Johnson
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Don't Walk Away (feat. Carey Washington) - Single
- What A Christmas - Single
- Or What (feat. 41 & Kyle Richh) [Orchestra Mix] - Single
- Or What (feat. 41 & Kyle Richh) [Orchestra Mix]
- Or What (Instrumental / Acapella) - Single
- SLUT SZN
- Or What - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (COUNTRY ME OUT) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2 (THE RAUNCHY REMIXES) - Single
- SLUT ME OUT 2: THE RAUNCHY REMIXES
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