Lyrics:
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford
can't make a meal outta coffee swigs
So ditch your downslide, grab your tools
And tighten up your twisty gigs
My gigs were all unraveled, and I felt like
I don't do normal gigs
I do awkward gigs
I do Yorkshire gigs
You can guarantee that it's not my sort of shit
But I still drag myself up out of my
strong arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me, "he said"
Sheela-na-gig
strong arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me, "he said"
Sheela-na-gig
arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me
He said
Sheela-na-gig
strong arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me, "he said"
Sheela-na-gig
me ginger
This your blessing na double double
This success na double
Na you make me dey bubble bubble
Aaah ahh ahh aah
GIG God is Good
GIG God is great
me ginger
This your blessing na double double
This success na double
Na you make me dey bubble bubble
Aaah ahh ahh aah
GIG God is Good
GIG God is great
It’s my private gig
(Play sweat slay celebrate) It’s my private gig
(Play sweat slay celebrate) (Yeah it’s my private gig)
It’s my private gig
It’s my
My Brains
Get Outta Jail.. Get Outta Jail
Give Me One More Gig To Satisfy
One More Gig Before I Die
Get Outta Jail, I Don't Need No Bail
Give Me One
So many things my eyes don see
But I never let my mouth speak
So when I hear them talk about me
Oh yeah
That shit dey burst my gig
E dey burst my gig
we move
We doin' it soon
Can ya smell it
Yeah the funk is zealous
Don't be jealous
But if you know tell us
My name is Davey DeeJam
Thirty two gig Ram
I
Damn smells like ass
Gig Gig Giggity I'm Yosemite
Sam with the fucking Blow and Hennessy (What)
Mix a lil bit of Crack and Ketamine
Call that shit
into yesterday's news
I was ready to quit
But then we went to Croydon
Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday
Jij weet ik heb die gedrag
Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (drag)
Gig, grauw
Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (woo)
Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (gig, gig
need a billion, Billion
Billion, Billion
Billion
Ha re gidli, Ra gig'a
Ha re gidli, Ra gig'a
Ha re gidli, Until we on
I need a billion, Billion
Billion,
In 73 we started to lose
Oh the band got the blues
'n I got the 'flu
Oh God what a year
Then we went to croydon
Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We
a fight
Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight
I got a gig, baby
Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer
Cops and the kids drink free 'round here
follow up
You Flee, while I'm in the blitz
You'll never make it on the list
(Girl, you better get the fuck out of the)
I've got gigs, I've got mentions
you gone give me my respect
So I'm Westbrook with the fits call me Tyson with the hits
You can try but I bet you miss when I gig I be looking like Chris
Nawl yo games you betta Quit
Take yo act ova to plenty of fish
Your gig is Gold Diggerish
Tell me what you came for
You know what you came for
You don't
every Friday
Nigga where you at ,pull up there's a gig
All my niggas on, we already killin' it
Set a story , leave a hint
Pocket full of weed , smoke it
The gigs ran out so I lay down to die,
The gigs ran out so I lay down to die,
I don't even stop to cry.
Since the gigs ran out my honey ran away,
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