NLE Choppa - Jiggin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NLE Choppa - Jiggin (en) Lyrics
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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
Her pussy pink, it's 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 or all my clones?
Can you admit I'm fly
just like a drone?
In every time zone, 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
Ayy, watch me get busy,
I'm finna get dizzy
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
Hit it, flip it, whip
it, dish it (Ayy)
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
Trustin' my mother, she
always beside me
Never behind me, hope
she live past ninety
Hope I can make it to nineteen
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
Duffel at the Hilton but
snuggled at the Weston
Get up, did my dance, I heard
shawty single, bestie (Ayy)
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
(Brr, we gon' hit that shit)
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
(We gon' hit that shit,
we gon' flip that shit)
Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
(We gon' do that shit right)
Kill it, hit it, everybody
jiggin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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