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The LOX - If You Think I'm Jiggy lyrics
(Chorus) If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy Come on shorty let me know We can get together, we could do whatever But you cant get no doe (Verse 1) Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down tryin' to figure out how I look impersonal, Baby forget rooks tell me can you roll with crooks the three hot niggas rising in the Billboards, nigga we look to change from the big lands, big bitches big Benz tryin' to make D-O-E and, the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas Crystal niggas, ya'll finesse the rich style niggas you didn't love me when my name was Sean Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta scream the way females play Quick schemes and Negligie to make a clean get-away fly thug where the Willies stay, and she pay nothing stash what you heard, gifts are frontin' I stashin' mad chips gettin' drunk up with the China club, while you gettin' schemed cuz you did a minor (Verse 2) I know she wit it, I bet a brick I could hit it Black tire affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts ice along with it turquoise, 9-11 porsche windows tinted the honey got alot of Jags, You gotta fill it Honey gotta alot of bags, then she went inside to find her (?) Lil' Kim when she set up her choice, like my voice my thug style made her category that's the realist shit I heard, that's my word (?), I'm the nigga she deserves I put em on the hole in (?), rockin' furs liftin' weights and speak without using words if she ain't proper I still gotta drop her Sheik dont like her, had a dream that I shot her I cant buy you (?), you get nada I'm the bounce with the chick that be lookin' a little hotter (Chorus) x1 They was never mine for me to dump em and just like checkers, after they make a move I'm a jump em It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real, every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm cased up with whips Guess what, I got more nuts than chips And they gonna melt right in your mouth not in your hand, You know you aint my girl and I'm not your man But do you still wanna lick me? or is because I'm a (?) Niggee, and I know Biggie and I dont mess with no fat ladies but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby we straight slide, gimme more like that with this honey named (?), cuz she blow like that and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin' cuz if you really dig me then let me know something (Chorus 2X) |
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