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letra de getting jiggy with a rifle - xanaway

[intro]
if you n-ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
if you n-ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b-tch im dancing with my-
treat your whole body as shot- (shot, shot, shot)

(im making friction with a snapback)

[chorus]
(hawk tuah)
if you n-ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b-tch i’m dancing with my toolie
b-tch i’m dancing with my glock
i don’t rock out with no goofy n-ggas
you a f-cking opp
get it up
get it up
b-tch walk in with my cash
i made a thousand streams up in a week, yall n-ggas ass
and i know yall n-ggas stressed up in the crib yall n-ggas-
(stressed up, stressed up, stressed up)
stressed up in the crib yall n-ggas last
when i only [?] (no clue what this n-gga saying) you know i’m making cash
making cash, h-lla cash
the streets are h-lla clean
i be matching [vocal chops of doom] just what i wear just with my jeans
you know i just be dancing on these n-ggas
know i mean
please stop asking me for sh-t my n-gga, you a f-ckin’ fien (you a fien)
red dots, in his f-ckin’ sh-t, ima beat yo ass
red dots, in his f-ckin’ sh-t, ima beat yo ass
(red red red) dots in his f-ckin’ sh-t ima beat yo ass-
this f-ckin glock is dense
i don’t give a f-ck you n-ggas shouldn’t be talking
you a b-tch
ima put yo ass up in a grave and put you in a ditch (in a ditch, in a)
if you n-ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b-tch i’m dancing with my toolie
b-tch i’m dancing with my glock
i don’t rock out with no goofy n-ggas
you a f-cking opp
get it up
get it up
b-tch walk in with my cash
i made a thousand streams up in a week, yall n-ggas ass
i know yall n-ggas stressed up in the crib yall n-ggas-
(stressed up, stressed up, stressed up)
stressed up in the crib yall n-ggas last
when i only [?] (no clue what this n-gga saying) you know i’m making cash
making cash, h-lla cash
the streets are h-lla clean
i be matching [vocal chops of doom] just what i wear just with my jeans
you know i just be dancing on these n-ggas
know i mean
please stop asking me for sh-t my n-gga, you a f-ckin’ fien (you a fien)
red dots, in his f-ckin’ sh-t, ima beat yo ass
red dots, in his f-ckin’ sh-t, ima beat-
(red red red) dots in his f-ckin’ sh-t ima beat yo ass
this f-ckin glock is dense
i don’t give a f-ck you n-ggas shouldn’t be talking
you a b-tch
ima put yo ass up in a grave and put you in a ditch
(you gotta give em’ that hawk tuah, and spit on that thang)

- xanaway

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