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jigga flow - jiggamoney lyrics

[verse 1]
mizzo in that box, free the fam now
i ain’t playin’ now, i’m on my own, i’m the man now
pillow talkin’, savin’ all these hoes, you superman now
them bullets hit his chest, rip him open like he cam now
savage sh-t, i bet yo thot b-tch on my block
‘less that glock spit, bro left his brains drippin’ on his block sh-t
hot sh-t, bee let the pump go soon as he c-cked it
boom, shotty picked his -ss up, like some chopsticks
stop it, n-ggas know w-ssup, i’m bout the gang man
we bang man, words is for p-ssies stay in yo lane man
you lame man, so watch what you talkin’, it ain’t a game man
say the wrong sh-t, bro catch a body, like hang man
thangs change, all of my n-ggas all want the same thang
change, range, money, these b-tches [?] them thangs man
and i don’t know her name, shawty flippin’, tryna g-ngb-ng
lah asian hoe, she don’t speak english, we call lang-lang

[hook]
this that jigga flow
i’m coolin’ with my n-ggas tho
they boolin’ with them triggers tho
run up, you catchin’ 10 or more
you try to turn up then they sendin’ more
give her d-ck, then go
after i f-ck her, she say “really tho? really tho”
this that jigga flow
i’m coolin’ with my n-ggas tho
they boolin’ with them triggers tho
run up, you catchin’ 10 or more
you try to turn up then they sendin’ more
give her d-ck, then go
after i f-ck her, she say “really tho? really tho”

[verse 2]
really tho, my n-ggas k!llers, i be where that money at
yo shawty ate me up, sound like eatin’ honey smacks
i got her on her knees, no mickey d’s, but i’m lovin’ that
same hoe you cuffin, me and my bruddas, we be f-ckin’ that
real shooters, quell’ll push yo f-ckin’ scalp back
i know k!llers, actin’ like you livin’, boy i doubt that
don’t play with me, yeah they spray for me, yeah they ’bout that
stomach shots, barbecue his ribs like some outback
fall back, lil b-tch, i ain’t bouta catch you tho
no s-xin’ hoe, heard you flexible, but gimme neck lah hoe
dumb b-tch, if we ain’t f-ckin’, what we textin’ for
now roll that dope, b-tch i gotta smoke, you got me stressin’ hoe
hold on bro, i let the beat drop
heat rock, try to smoke this sh-t, it make his t–th lock
and i ain’t got no bodies, but i’m fightin’, leave yo t–th rocked
lil bro, make the choppa start spittin’, like it beat box

[verse 3]
i don’t rap, but a lotta n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
hottest youngin’ out, i’m top 3 in the f-ckin’ city
ain’t no limit in this k, lil herb’ll catch 150
harvey sh-t lil b-tch, got some wego n-ggas buckin’ with me
and on the real, these n-ggas copy me
just tell a n-gga you ain’t really real, ain’t gotta lie to me
them hoes love us cuz we ball like a ivy league
rest buck, boy them b’s up, like we shot a 3

- jiggamoney lyrics

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