Jig

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(Bitch)
Come here, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
Hoe I'm committed
Married the game
‘Round the 21st century
52 Racks in my pocket I'm limping
Niggas be hating, but they don't be tempting
I took ya hoe for a ride in the Tesla
Mash on the gas (What's That) electric
Blew the bitch neck back, Quick flexin'
Chopper do the click clack, Big action (Whoa)
Bitch let me park in the lot, Get a lil top
Put my lip hand on them Yattas
The other day she saw me bumping that Biggie
That's why she calling me papa
She from the bay, Got her ass off when in Waikiki
That's my lil hoe Cyndi Lauper
Ringing my phone, that's my lil hoe from Atlanta
She wanna meet at follies
Ooh pick it up, stick it up, pop it
Ooh throwing these Benji's no wallet
Walking in to fashion week no stylists
Never see me tweaking
Off a another nigga's status
Back on our shit, Niggas be thinking we quit
So we had to get more legit, Blow off your cap
Get you knock off for a tip, And hit me a lick
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up
You know it's a party
A nigga doing hella donuts
In the Maserati
Niggas steady tryna hate on me
Tryna snake on me
But I got something for f*ck niggas
Give ya bitch that work work
If he want smoke pull up on him like skrtt skrtt
How ya bitch love you, but she on my page
Lurk lurk
This ain't over night
We really put in that work work
He was talking shit now
That nigga my chauffeur
None of you niggas better not come at me
Like you want war, matter of a fact
I'm putting an ending to these bitch ass niggas
Niggas never really popping
When they hit ass niggas
F*ck is you talking about
Laid up with ya chick
And she going down south
Why the hell stay talking
Hella lies out ya mouth
Why these niggas steady
Tryna talk shit for clout
They know we got the remedy
And they know they can never
Get rid of me, Man I swear to God
You don't want to be the enemy nigga
I'm killin' these niggas
I'm shittin' on niggas
This come with a price
So I get to billing these niggas I swear
She is a bad bitch so I flirt flirt
They know that we get it
And we put in work work
She got on her knees, and
Then she gave me slurp slurp
This shit is a breeze
But you feeling cursed cursed
Oh my God (God), She think she broke my heart
Sike bitch nah, Smoking on that strong
Niggas better leave me the f*ck alone
Nigga I'm gone
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up

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