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letra de grab dem ankles & jiggle with it - vanny goodfella

chorus
i’m from a f-cked‑up inner city, real‑life grand theft auto—brick city gritty
hood rats, jump‑offs, big‑titty problems, gold‑diggin’ attitudes sittin’ pretty
ain’t no fairy tales—just corner stores, dice rolls, and “wish a motherf-cker would” energy
dark clouds, rain hittin’ metal roofs while we crush laffy taffies, jolly ranchers
lemon heads with them sour vinegar chips—hood snacks, hood manners
eyes low, watchin’ for the po‑po, pockets grow, ready to dip
never miss a beat in these brick‑stained streets where none of us had silver spoons
parents came up from thе south just to grind—now we hustle fast for meat and rooms
.40 on my hip, twеnty grand in my jeans—run up, you’ll regret it quick
life’s a gamble, i’m stackin’ paper ‘til the motherf-ckin’ end—never fold, never flinch

verse 1
dj vanny goodfella on the decks—spin that throwback heat
hustler on the radio, bass rumblin’ heavy through the concrete
broadway lights, nyc nights—we runnin’ down the avenue
feet hittin’ pavement in rhythm, whole squad movin’ like a crew
shake it slow, then snap it fast—let the bassline talk its sh-t
crowd clappin’ back like thunder, whole room locked in the pit
ain’t no shame in the motion—just freedom in the step
from newark blocks to manhattan spots, we rep the night, we rep the rep
i’m a menace in this craft, whole team certified legit
we run the town, no apologies—that’s the motherf-ckin’ script
countin’ blue faces, stackin’ cases, livin’ reckless, tasteless, shameless—
but it’s mine, and i embrace it—leave a hater speechless, nameless
pre‑chorus
hands on the floor, then up to the sky
heartbeat to the kick—let the moment fly
vanny goodfella radio—blast that anthem loud
the throwback king got the whole block movin’ proud

chorus
grab dem ankles, jiggle with it, bring the floor alive
shake what your mama gave you, let the whole block vibe
no wallflowers—everybody move, feel the city hit
from broadway st. to newark nights—grab dem ankles, jiggle with it

verse 2
from brick city to new york city, we blend the old with the new
streetwise poetry, party science—that’s the motherf-ckin’ crew
cheeks hittin’ rhythm like a clap on the beat
tweak the motion, own the floor, make the moment sweet
broadway st. to the garden—every corner got a story
neon signs, late‑night lines, we chasin’ all the glory
vanny goodfella records stamped on the vibe we bring
hustle in the melody—let the whole chorus sing
pushin’ weight, movin’ packs, never lookin’ back
k!ller instinct in my blood—that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact
from the gutter to the penthouse, i’m the same d-mn dude
tryin’ to get this money—don’t you f-ck up the mood
bridge
no judgment—just movement, every shape, every size
we celebrate the night—see the fire in their eyes
from newark stoops to manhattan blocks, the culture’s lit
dj spin it one more time—grab dem ankles, jiggle with it

breakdown (call‑and‑response)
–dj:– vanny on the beat—throw it back
–crowd:– throw it back
–dj:– broadway to newark—make it clap
–crowd:– make it clap
–dj:– grab dem ankles—let it rip
–crowd:– let it rip

chorus (final)
grab dem ankles, jiggle with it, bring the floor alive
shake what your mama gave you, let the whole block vibe
no wallflowers—everybody move, feel the city hit
from broadway st. to newark nights—grab dem ankles, jiggle with it

outro
vanny goodfella—the hustler, the throwback king
vanny goodfella radio, vanny goodfella records—let the whole city sing
one more spin, one more night—keep the legacy lit
broadway, newark, nyc—grab dem ankles, jiggle with it

- vanny goodfella

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