NLE Choppa – Jiggin Lyrics
Jiggin Lyrics By NLE Choppa
Kannon with the hits homie
F**k you talkin’ ’bout
Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for s3x
Her pu$$y [?] in the flesh, get away ‘fore I get arrested
[Chorus] Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for s3x
Her pu$$y [?] in the flesh, get away ‘fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton, snugglеd at the Weston
Get up, did my dancе
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up ’bout yo’ mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that sh!t impressed me
[Verse 1] I call the shots don’t need no telephone, or no microphone
You call it quits, tell me who better Jones
You or all my clones
Can you admit I’m fly just like a drone
In every timezone, I’m on yo’ mind
I left yo’ mind blown, now yo’ mind gone
I’m ’bout to pull up just give me a minute
It took me a hour before I had spent it
I’m all in the mentions upon all the pictures
They want me get jiggy, so I’m finna kill it
I’m rockin’ like milly, I’m hotter than chili
I got me a milli like I was from Philly
Ay, watch me get busy, I’m finna get digits
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
Hit it, flip it, whip it, this sh!t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
[Verse 2] Smoke, question mark, you don’t want none
Brodie knocked him out the park, home run
Askin’ me for my fire go get your own gun
And I don’t even tote none and I still won
I don’t want no dealings, I don’t want no business
With none of you women and none of you guys
I’m one of the realest, I’m really real
I’m real, can’t even come disguise me
Don’t surprise me, don’t like surprises
Give me my prize when you recognize me
Love all my brothers like I was a [?]
Trust on my mother she always beside me, never behind me
Hope she live past ninety
Hope I can make it to nineteen without a crime scene
Feel like I’m Einstein
Lightbulb on my head ’cause that was a hell of a rhyme scheme
My eyes gleam with bright beams
And the light screams and night dreams
And f**k Jeffrey Epstein
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chop ’em up
Got my da, da, da, da, got my dollars up
It go like fa, fa, fa, fa, go get the doctor brah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, outta luck
[Refrain] Hit it, flip it, whip it, this sh!t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
Hit it, flip it, whip it, this sh!t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
[Chorus] Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for s3x
Her pu$$y [?] in the flesh, get away ‘fore I get arrested
Duffel at the Hilton, snuggled at the Weston
Get up, did my dance
I heard shawty single bestie
I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
Shut up ’bout yo’ mans, romance meant to be messy
Messed up, but she kept up, that sh!t impressed me
[Outro] Hit it, flip it, whip it, this sh!t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
Hit it, flip it, whip it, this sh!t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’
NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Get the doctor
Get your money
Top Shotta don dada