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letra de jiggy - cutthroat louie

[intro]
mom, phineas and ferb are making a t-tle sequence!
sitchy, we get jiggy, ay
gucci dry the glizzy
yeah, let’s go get jiggy, ay
gucci dry the glizzy
yeah, let’s go get jiggy, ay
what i say? hold on, hold on

[verse]
if you don’t like me (nah) they don’t like me then
glizzy hold 50, shoot that b-tch at [?]
only friend is that benji, sh-t, i got plenty friends
while uski shoot the semi, imma count my dividend
y’all heard about louie? heard he got popped
and he still gettin’ money, guess some sh-t’ll never stop
hollow tips in his body, like a bunny he gon’ hop
does my d-ck taste like money? cause she l!ckin’ and won’t stop
nah, sitchy ain’t no joke, won’t stop bl!cky ’till you drop
they ain’t outside right now, we keep spending till we spot
next time smoked in their crib, you been k!lling too many opps
next time bring one, one day, they gon listen (no we not)
man, i’m starting see why these n-ggas chase sitchy
give a f-ck about the jakes, i see yo face that [?]
free my n-gga quan and make sure he stay sitchy
when he touch down, imma make sure he stay busy
cause i might need a cape just in case a safe with me
i might need a strap just in case the jakes near me
if you ain’t situated, then you can say sitchy
we don’t need pills to get busy cause we stay jiggy
they like “he stay sayin jiggy, what do jiggy mean?”
nine times out of ten you get jiggy off a bean
but we sitchy, we stay jiggy, sh-t, that’s what sitchy mean
ridin’ wraiths in a race sh-t that’s the sitchy dream
and when we get through, we ain’t gon know what to do
we on sunset boulevard, we ain’t gotta tote that tool
but we got it anyways, cause n-ggas love to act a fool
say he gotta point the [?] so we put him on the news
i been in my bag, i can’t even talk
me, chase a b-tch? man, i can’t even walk
my opps is broke so they hide under the sink to get the sauce
kick ’em down, do you wanna lose your life or take a loss?
i just took a trip, can’t shoot before you trip
i be fresher, i be dripped, but that bl!ck’ still on my hip
you want smoke, hit the line, pull on the strip
we in the nine with the nines, got extended clips
d-mn, that’s the first time i lied in my rhymes
we ain’t on no nine with no nines, we got four fives
if you slide on the nine, bullets flyin’, then you dyin’
d-mn, i think my hitters did ’bout 4 or 5 times

- cutthroat louie

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