Paroles de la chanson Return of the Jiggy par Sha Ek
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Paroles de la chanson Return of the Jiggy par Sha Ek
(YoSixty, run the beat back)
(Major, that's you?)
(Fastlife)
(Mm, nah (Grrah), turn that up, Young Madz)
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Niggas be dumb
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Niggas be dumb
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
Now I'm famous, got these niggas sick
If you hatin' on me, don't react to my shit
That nigga 30 years old, behind a computer, tryna get rich off of our shit
Like, like, you gotta stop it
They gon' talk 'cause I'm trendin' topic
Don't give a fuck who see me as a rebel, whatever he jack, I'ma drop it
Louis V, I used to tote the gun up on my waist, but now I got it in my pocket
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
Now I'm famous, got these niggas sick
If you hatin' on me, don't react to my shit
That nigga 30 years old, behind a computer, tryna get rich off of our shit
Like, like, you gotta stop it
They gon' talk 'cause I'm trendin' topic
Don't give a fuck who see me as a rebel, whatever he jack, I'ma drop it
Louis V, I used to tote the gun up on my waist, but now I got it in my pocket
You can die to the beat, like Rocky
Run up on me I'ma flock it
Nigga, you ain't do shit to nobody, why would I say you were coppin'?
Most of these pussy-niggas really folded, but me and brothers is locked in
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Niggas be dumb
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Run up on me I'ma flock it
Nigga, you ain't do shit to nobody, why would I say you were coppin'?
Most of these pussy-niggas really folded, but me and brothers is locked in
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Niggas be dumb
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
I'm a real nigga so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see niggas eat
Niggas be dumb
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
How you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside wit' yo' cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, niggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, these bitches be talkin' to me
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