NLE Choppa - Jiggin lyrics

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NLE Choppa - Jiggin lyrics

[Intro] Then I must be the most dangerous man on Earth Kannon with the hits, homie fu*k 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 [Chorus] 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 sh*t impressed me [Verse 1] 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 [Refrain] 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' [Verse 2] 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 fu*k Jeffrey Epstein (fu*k 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 [Refrain] 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' [Chorus] 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 snuggled at the Weston Get up, did my dance, I heard shawty single, bestie (Ayy) 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 sh*t impressed me [Outro] Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (Brr, we gon' hit that sh*t) Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin' (We gon' hit that sh*t, we gon' flip that sh*t) Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (We gon' do that sh*t right) Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Get the doctor Get your money Top Shotta don dada

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