NLE Choppa – Jiggin Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Jiggin – NLE Choppa

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 sex
Her p**sy wet 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 s**t impressed me

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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 dizzy

Hit it, flip it, whip it, this s**t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’..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

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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 icely
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 Ice T
Lightbulb on my head
‘Cause that was a hell of a rhyme scheme
My eyes gleam with bright beams
And light screens and night dreams
And f**k Jeffrey Epstein

Cha, cha, cha.. chop ’em up
I got my da, da.. got my dollars up
I got my gun like fa, fa, fa.. go get the doctor bro

Hit it, flip it, whip it, this s**t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’..②

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 sex
Her p**sy wet 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 s**t impressed me

Hit it, flip it, whip it, this s**t
Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin’..②…

➤ Written by NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa | 2020

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