Lyrics:
getting hot in here
Kelly I'm rollin we up like the jig
Thumbing the profit up
I got this thing for you baby
My niggas all tell me I'm crazy
But you get
Going Up I'm Seeing Stars
I'm Tatted As A Holy Dog
Nikon On Me See the Frauds
Nikes Phat as a Busty Broad
No Drake On Me I'm Still Charged
Got No
of what I'll say to
You. Infatuated by brighter later. Drake, He is
You. I take it back, let me say it again. Drake, he is
You. As much as you are me. One
to deserved fate!
Join us now in the paupers jig
And turn against those swollen pigs
Stand up to those who told us lies
And led us blind to our demise
Who
on a dream to follow what it means
Was interrupted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit
Back in the days when I was movin' much shit, "What up chick?"
Dre?
You went there looking for me?
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying sl-, you
Check, straight up (what we doin'?)
Straight up
Yeah, straight up (hello? Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes, ha (straight up)
Straight up
switching up
"Aye!
Yeah
Fuck it the jig is up
Just pour me a four
I got my double cup
Just trippled the score
And you niggaz started up
Mayne I came a long
a car door?
Why I can't settle for one instead of all four?
Mu mind is clouded, this shit complex here
Jason tell me I'ma have a baby by next year
Psychic
pretty little bad little
Damn
I'ma be a lil late
Just a little but assure you it is surely worth the wait
Gotta make sure the gas all full up
After that
couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
I'm blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do is duck my
the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do is duck my fuckin crew
If the slugs don't get'cha, lord J'll jig ya
Actin artificial you'll get burnt
knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em
knowledge than Webster
Dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like
Fish swiss cheese 'em up
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
vibrataaa
Look at her walk that's a model yea
Y'all don't wanna play with me the jig is us yea
Agitate aggi Jigga agg
Flip your name backwards
my nigga yea
don't try
These are things that I go by
Prime time that's my time
No drake no hotline
Just wait ill go high
I got fame on my mind
Just wait ill go buy
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
duckin low enough
The jig was up, I floored the pedal on the ass
The stick up kids they had a score to settle
The shot-glass the broken glass and there
hot!
Throwing punches like this is all I got
But even Jig saw how I put pieces in a jigsaw
You might be 50 but I am Rick Ross
The big boss
Take small Ls
to the test (Buckle up)
Drift corners while I'm reading a text (Basikk whoa)
Kanye West like Bas can we hang (Well)
I'm like bro I'm with Drake for the day
I
you're alright
He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright
When the jig is up you'll find yourself
With just your hand
By the Thermador you'll
couldn't reach with a triple jump
You muhfuckas need to realize that the jig is up
I don't give a fuck if you take offense to what I say (I don't)
All
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
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