Lyrics:
blue kicks
Giggin in my blue kicks
Carolina blue kicks Fresh on the scene
Carolina blue kicks
Giggin in my blue kicks
Carolina blue kicks Fresh
ease
What you say hoe
Hold up all my yit (yit)
I be giggin onem
Watch me giggin onem
Shout shout giggin onem
Talk to my guns they like fly Bitches
Talk
a juvenile but threw that ass in slow motion
Step in you know I'm giggin' wit it (Giggin wit it)
And when the beat come on I gotta hit em wit it (Hit em wit
We just westside giggin
Don't ask how we afford the cost of livin
Nothing better than the weather
Nothing better than the food
We just California
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vámonos
I wanna rock
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vamanos
I wanna rock
I be giggin all by myself in the kitchen all by myself,
in this picture all by myself damn bitch whooo I love myself
I be giggin all by myself in
before she crawl she giggin’ and she vibin’
Love her down like there’s no other
Way back then we rolled together
Cropping all your friends
You ain’t got
on, giggin to this song
Feeling myself, so you know I'm really gone
Night to the morn, you know we keep it going
I'm off a few drinks and I turn to Don
of bitches
After a date chillin playing some knock
Whoa showing out getting hyphy
Giggin up cutting it up
Whoa Everytime they see me
They say there goes that
But he made it with grace
He's a bar star
He's a bar star
He's a bar star
Giggin' for a 50
Or a night on the town
You can always count on him
To never
How ya do that dance
How you look so clean, when you giggin in Vans, aye
This is how we do that dance
Bet you think you know me, like the back of my
let me see you lift yo skirt up
It’s hot up in bitch, so catch me giggin w my shirt up
I’m a hot nigga, hot nigga, hot nigga
Hot summer got us fucking
all tinted
(yeah yeah)
And you know we bumping Mac dre giggin
(yee yee)
Hit the city and the roof gone, two tone
Got a bad chick with some loubs
joint I be giggin wit my haircut
I feeling dope and I'm fitted wit my haircut
It ain't a bitch I can't hit I got a haircut
She say like my face tats n
Uh, Mobby
My Phone 'bouta die
I'm back up in this mug, get some giggin' done (Yee)
Hella bay, hella bay
Back up in this mug, get some giggin' done
Bounce wit me shaaaaawwtyyy
I'm giggin inda paaaaaarrrttyyyy
2 step lookin saaaauuuccyyy
Geekin like I'm offa moooollllyyy
Leap if u feelin
giggin' out in public
I'm like fuck it if they love it
Face look like something wrong with my stomach
I'm like fuck it if they love it
I'm in some shit that
a man fishin'
The kind that will stay up late at night
Just so we can all go frog giggin'
Lord have mercy on some redneck women
I cut right to the point
it
No keys, push buttons in my car
To start the engine
Diamonds dancin in tha dark
When the moonlight hit em they giggin'
No suit and tie
Don't assume
knew who knew
& im singin like
Ay oh ay
Baby back it up on me
We giggin cause everybody like
Ay oh ah
We jumpin
Drums hit
Parade
I got my eye on her
you lift yo skirt up
It’s hot up in bitch, so catch me giggin w my shirt up
I’m a hot nigga, hot nigga, hot nigga
Hot summer got us fucking hot bitches
the bottom No drake
After the party The party head to the plate
Spent up she giggin she Feeling Great
And i Tell Her Dont Be Late
Grind time grind time money
go fishing
Got him mad cuz his girl gave me digits
And I'm finna make him sick when he find out I been hitting
Catch me in the party I ain't giggin
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