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E Jiggy
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Tre.5
Songwriter:in
Iamchance
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I can not text I can not call
Before the sex she open her jaws
I get her wet I'm beating her walls
I get her wet I'm beating her walls
I get a text and it's from my dog
We do not sweat not we do not fall
I'm with the gang and we do it all
I'm with the gang and we do it all
I can not text and I can not call
Before the sex she open her jaws
I get her wet I'm beating her walls
I get a check I'm spending it all
I took that bitch to go shop at the mall
Stand on the money and now I'm so tall
She acting funny she gotta get gone
I'm rolling exotic it's beating my lungs
I'm balling you watching
I can't even stop it
We grew up some bullies
Like Jordan and Rodman
See me round the city
You know that i'm popping
Call up my plug I got drugs that I'm copping
Smoking exotic, I'm outta my body
Only want neck shorty I'm being honest
Step back on a bitch like I play for the rockets
Tre.5 in the cut and he rolling that chronic
All in my face
Can't be my bae
She wanna fuck
And it's no debate
I'm counting up
All of this cake
She throwing that ass she making it shake
We just keep on rolling this gas aint no brakes
I cant trust a bitch she gone lie to my face
My **** be solid cant fuck with no snakes
He fuck with gang he get put in a lake
Baby listen
Can you hear me
I wanna run up some millies
I can not run low on tillys
Roll up a spliff now I'm feeling too dizzy
When I was broke she didn't get with me
Now she look silly
She mad I'm rocking Givenchy
Now I got plenty
Your new **** take you to Denny's
But we went to Benihanas
Promise that I can hit any momma
Promise that you don't want any problems
I'm with the gang we the problem solvers
Lil Josh be the one with the blick
He gone blow and you get hit
Now you looking like you sick
Now you looking like you Rick
I can not text and I can not call
Before the sex she open her jaws
I get her wet I'm beating her walls
I get a check I'm spending it all
I took that bitch to go shop at the mall
Stand on the money and now I'm so tall
She acting funny she gotta get gone
I'm rolling exotic it's beating my lungs
Walk in the room
I see the hate
I see his bitch
She all in my face
She wanna fuck
I thought she was gay
She fuck with E Jiggy and now she fucked me
She got excited I told her to breathe
She can't even breathe when she down on her knees
I wanna fuck every bitch that I please
All of this money it fall out my jeans
See my side bitch every weekend
Hit it so raw that the pussy start leaking
Hey
When I'm quiet baby I be thinking
Don't trust a soul so I aint speaking
K
Roll up the dope I'm fiending
So much gas I'm barely breathing
Hey
I'm in my zone
These **** be clones
Smoking this gas and my eyes are so low
You'd think that they closed
Ain't got no money lil baby i'm broke
You is a joke
And nawl I don't bang I just fuck with the foes
And nawl I don't slang I'm just loved by the hoes
I put that on bro
Shorty on go
DND swear you won't blow up my phone
I can not text and I can not call
Before the sex she open her jaws
I get her wet I'm beating her walls
I get a check I'm spending it all
I took that bitch to go shop at the mall
Stand on the money and now I'm so tall
She acting funny she gotta get gone
I'm rolling exotic it's beating my lungs
Yeah i'm that guy
Be tapping your screen
When I say 'scuse me
I make your girl cream
I do not drop
No I do not lean
Smoking that gas
Dam I left you on seen
Don't get it wrong
Shit is not sweet
I am not strapped
I got homies with beams
I walk in your crib
I got ones on my feet
I only spit facts
No lies out my teeth
I'm honestly sick of these tillys
(What bro say?)
These bitches is silly
Yeah, i'm focused on hitting a millie
Then go cop me a Mille
Cause then I'll be fucking on supermodels
Popping these big ass bottles
Trust me and gang we gone be colossal
Fuck is a friend only got hermanos
Written by: E Jiggy, Iamchance, Tre.5