| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| I tell 'em no lie
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| I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
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| I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
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| You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
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| And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
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| They think you need to stop they say it’s not called for
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| It’s such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
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| See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
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| My ice is like Andrew Dice Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing
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| I’m tryin’to see flying in a Lamborghini
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| Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
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| Cut the music down and tell her, hey ya man’s a weenie
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| Plus I’m hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
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| And I’m just a teenager and I make this dough
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| Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke
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| And I keep it on a hush but I’m richer than normal
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| And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
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| I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
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| Pull over by some broad; |
| make her hop right in a blow me And suck a nigga drive, then its, slut get out my ride
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| Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
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| Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
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| And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
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| Nothin’lil’about the wheels on my bright orange drop
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| I’m thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out
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| Sit my arm in warm water, I’m thawin my wrist out
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| Got quarters in this house, ki’s in that van,
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| Got ounces in her ride, and G’s in that bag
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| Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
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| We gamblin’nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
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| Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
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| I make 'em:
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
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| Just put TV’s and bump in the Rover
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| Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
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| Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
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| Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus
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| Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
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| Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ???
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| She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is We really the ones controllin', no choices
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| And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
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| Beefin’ain’t fake, not to mention
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| all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
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| I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin’in common
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| Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
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| The shit is mind blowin'
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| As a matter of fact I got a bitch that’s mind blowin'
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| She give my head a blow job, I guess she’s mind blowin'
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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| Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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| Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jump Jiggy, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Lights Out, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп