Lyrics:
hits Down on the chips Man, aim to the clip Boy, get a grip Better get with Place your bids Do like gigs and fuck your gigs Do my gigs Give me wigs
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster Jumping on gigs to afford
can't make a meal outta coffee swigs So ditch your downslide, grab your tools And tighten up your twisty gigs My gigs were all unraveled, and I felt like
I don't do normal gigs I do awkward gigs I do Yorkshire gigs You can guarantee that it's not my sort of shit But I still drag myself up out of my
strong arms and You've got to see my bottle full of charm I lay it all at your feet You turn around and say back to me, "he said" Sheela-na-gig
strong arms and You've got to see my bottle full of charm I lay it all at your feet You turn around and say back to me, "he said" Sheela-na-gig
arms and You've got to see my bottle full of charm I lay it all at your feet You turn around and say back to me He said Sheela-na-gig
strong arms and You've got to see my bottle full of charm I lay it all at your feet You turn around and say back to me, "he said" Sheela-na-gig
me ginger This your blessing na double double This success na double Na you make me dey bubble bubble Aaah ahh ahh aah GIG God is Good GIG God is great
me ginger This your blessing na double double This success na double Na you make me dey bubble bubble Aaah ahh ahh aah GIG God is Good GIG God is great
It’s my private gig (Play sweat slay celebrate) It’s my private gig (Play sweat slay celebrate) (Yeah it’s my private gig) It’s my private gig It’s my
My Brains Get Outta Jail.. Get Outta Jail Give Me One More Gig To Satisfy One More Gig Before I Die Get Outta Jail, I Don't Need No Bail Give Me One
So many things my eyes don see But I never let my mouth speak So when I hear them talk about me Oh yeah That shit dey burst my gig E dey burst my gig
we move We doin' it soon Can ya smell it Yeah the funk is zealous Don't be jealous But if you know tell us My name is Davey DeeJam Thirty two gig Ram I
Damn smells like ass Gig Gig Giggity I'm Yosemite Sam with the fucking Blow and Hennessy (What) Mix a lil bit of Crack and Ketamine Call that shit
into yesterday's news I was ready to quit But then we went to Croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday
Jij weet ik heb die gedrag Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (drag) Gig, grauw Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (woo) Jij weet ik heb die gedrag (gig, gig
need a billion, Billion Billion, Billion Billion Ha re gidli, Ra gig'a Ha re gidli, Ra gig'a Ha re gidli, Until we on I need a billion, Billion Billion,
In 73 we started to lose Oh the band got the blues 'n I got the 'flu Oh God what a year Then we went to croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs We
a fight Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight I got a gig, baby Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer Cops and the kids drink free 'round here
Shark shark, take me down Shark shark, take me down Lucy got a gig Shark shark, take me down Shark shark, take me down Lucy likes to sing
The gigs ran out so I lay down to die, The gigs ran out so I lay down to die, I don't even stop to cry. Since the gigs ran out my honey ran away,
you gone give me my respect So I'm Westbrook with the fits call me Tyson with the hits You can try but I bet you miss when I gig I be looking like Chris
every Friday Nigga where you at ,pull up there's a gig All my niggas on, we already killin' it Set a story , leave a hint Pocket full of weed , smoke it
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