| Lyrics: | We gone make 'em:
[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump,
jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy,
jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
[Verse 1]
I tell
'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims
just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all
the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
They think you need to stop they say it's not
called for
It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
See my life is high
priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
I'm
tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
Cut
the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie"
Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than
damn Bananeeie
And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough
Pull out my bankroll and Bill
Gates still broke
And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal
And a frost bit
wrist, have me sniffin' the carpet
[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy,
jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump,
jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse
2)
You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching
Kobe
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"
Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
Got them birds
real affordable, so get the word out
And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn
out
Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop
I'm thuggin' and pimped out,
flossin' and glissed out
Sit my arm in warm water, I'm throwin' my wrist out
Got quarters
in this house, ki's in that van,
Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag
Shhh, You
hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga
disrespect and he get dampled and wet
Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
I make
'em:
[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump,
jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy,
jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the
Grover
Just put TV's and bump in the Rover
Slump the bitch over, cum on her
shoulder
Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
Wrists is ferocious, dick just
bogus
Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
Life on Ann Deloris met her in a
???
She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
We really the ones
controllin', no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin' ain't fake, not to
mention
all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
I really think my jewelry and lights
have somethin' in common
Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
The
shit is mind blowin'
As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin'
She give my
head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin'
[Chorus 3 1/2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy,
jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy,
jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive |
