Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gigga Dee, artist - Dot Dot Curve. Date of issue: 30.09.2011
Song language: English
Gigga Dee |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Hahaha |
| Gigga dee, gigga dee, gigga dee |
| DDC (Bitch) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them haters |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes (Yeah) |
| And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags |
| Still up on your clothes like (Yeah) |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Bitch, it’s Spanky show me my opponent |
| Anyone it is a bad, I vomit |
| Cause they straight harmless like they handicapped yeah |
| There fuckin' almost anything about, you is pointless |
| Bitch, I’m being honest |
| If you hate me still I cannot get up out your head |
| I got the game on lock, like a dread lock |
| Yeah, you chillin' like a bum |
| Tryna get some, you’ll never be on top |
| You worthless like a flip flop |
| Yeah, we just wildin' here, stylin' |
| You sound like classical, yeah, like a violin |
| Bitch, I’m straight violin, I’ll leave your silent |
| I can chop you up and you, screw you like Freddy with my machete |
| Leave you all bloody like spaghetti |
| I hope you ready cause my style is straight futuristic |
| Make you, bitches go ballistic |
| Pullin' your hair out cause I’m the best shit out like straight |
| Fuck your coach |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them haters |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes |
| And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags |
| Still up on your clothes like |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Yeah, Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion |
| Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion |
| Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion |
| Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion! |
| Runnin' through this clique and we goin' click clack pow |
| Runnin' in this facility where are ya’ll goin' do now |
| Nothing, ya’ll stuck on the island |
| While me and Spanky sipping, just wildin' |
| Oops, I mean Jack and we gotta six pack of some of that |
| Better get your fuckin' strap, cause I got my fuckin' mans |
| 'Bout to blow through you dumb hoe |
| Might bigger I thought I told you motherfuckers before |
| So I’ll be launch to my planet, oops, I mean rocketship |
| Ya’ll niggas can’t stand it |
| And I crashed landed, sipping on this good drink |
| Young Chi motherfucker, what do you think? |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them haters |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes |
| And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags |
| Still up on your clothes like |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!) |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them haters |
| Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes |
| And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags |
| Still up on your clothes like |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |
| Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee! |