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letra de jiggy pt. 2 - cutthroat louie

jiggy pt. 2 lyrics
[intro]
go
everybody get jiggy in this b-tch
on fonem, that´s what i say

[verse]
they slidin´ with one, we come with a few
you say you beef, well f-ck it, it´s two
i hop in that v and come after you
let´s go catch a beat and shoot after deuce
got lucky at one, we steal up a few
get jiggy at one, get jiggy at two
he fell off the roof, guess i got the juice
pulled over when i cruise, check ain´t fit in the coupe
i pulled up they move they ain´t know it was lou´
i squeeze they poof thеy ain´t know i shoot
i give that b-tch one but she say shе want two
me too, i chew now we both reproduce
this [?] don´t taste, it´s tasting like juice
ya boy ain´t your bae, got her ready to choose
she choosing your face, now he ready to shoot
this glizzy like tissue, your nose, it get blew
yeah, your nose get wiped if you f-cking with my slime (my slime)
got these b-tches on my d-ck, let em sit while i recline
think that b-tch took my brain cause louie lost his mind
feel like superman when i´m off the bean, f-ck it, put to flight my spine
if you feelin´ super tough, then this glizzy kryptonite
wrist froze, my shortie hot, so he gon´ take your ice
don´t leave your pipe inside the crib my shooter gon´ take your life
don´t leave your bike outside the crib cause shortie might take your bike
n-ggas talkin´ bout they do this and that, n-gga don´t make me slide
think i´m lyin? all i do is say ¨crazy come be my ride¨
we gon put the chair in the back and the glizzy up front, crazy know imma put em on ice
but i ain´t even on that like ¨lou´ why?¨, cause fonem just slide, they do not type
and when i say chew just suck, don´t bite
lil b-tch blew, give top, then bite
what you gon´ do? see you, you die
heard it don´t hurt if you close your eyes
everythings fine, n-gga, i ain´t gotta lie
how you up scores, n-gga, i ain´t even die
pull up then k n-gga i don´t switch sides
left him in the grease so his ass got fried
say he want beef, put his brains on the side
kevin gates with the glock, n-gga, i don´t get tired
yeah, y´all tried, n-gga, nice try
next shot get a couple more to the side
next day came and he still was alive
ain´t last long, cause shortie just died
put him in a song, cause shortie´s ass´s fried
and they say i´m wrong but shortie [?]
runnin´ on your mans when you say you gon´ ride
post pictures with a pipe when you know you ain´t gon slide
[?], ain´t gotta brag
got a new coupe, that´s a new bag
d-mn, my [?] just fit in the back
n-gga don´t tweak, get a toe tag
leave you in the past like a throwback
yo b-tch gon´ f-ck, and don´t get mad
if she do it right, she gon´ get a new ass
slide on your block, glizzys and macs
drop the ball, we got the sack
we pick it up, we run it back
took his face with the seven, they like ¨where the case at?¨
12 hate, we ain´t tellin, they like ¨where the case at?¨
took his nose from his lap they tryna put his face back
louie back, and they hate that, it´s time to state facts
n-ggas must got asthma, they don´t want gun smoke
wooskie hop out with that thirty, you best not run slow
and they say they want that old louie, for what though?
whole time that´s a low down dirty cutthroat
and i´m tired of these lames, it´s fire just to boogie
i´m in the hall of fame, you n-ggas ain´t even rookies
these b-tches always lyin´ and trynna get my cookie
i know i´m in a chair, i´ll let yo b-tch push me

- cutthroat louie

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