Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jiggin, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jiggin |
| Then I must be the most dangerous man on Earth |
| Kannon with the hits, homie |
| Fuck 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 |
| 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 snuggld at the Weston |
| Get up, did my danc, 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 shit impressed me |
| 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 |
| 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' |
| 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 fuck Jeffrey Epstein (Fuck 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 |
| 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' |
| 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 shit impressed me |
| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (Brr, we gon' hit that shit) |
| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin' (We gon' hit that shit, we gon' flip that |
| shit) |
| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (We gon' do that shit 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 |