We gone make 'em:
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[Chorus 2x]
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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[Verse 1]
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I tell 'em no lie
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I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
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I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
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You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
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And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
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They think you need to stop they say it's not called for
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It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
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See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
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My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
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I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini
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Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
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Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie"
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Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
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And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough
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Pull out my bankroll and Bill Gates still broke
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And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal
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And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin' the carpet
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[Chorus 2x]
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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(Verse 2)
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You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
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I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
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Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
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And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
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Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
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Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
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And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
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Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop
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I'm thuggin' and pimped out, flossin' and glissed out
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Sit my arm in warm water, I'm throwin' my wrist out
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Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van,
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Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag
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Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
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We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
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Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
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I make 'em:
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[Chorus 2x]
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
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Just put TV's and bump in the Rover
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Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
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Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
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Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus
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Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
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Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ???
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She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
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We really the ones controllin', no choices
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And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
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Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention
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all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
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I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common
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Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
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The shit is mind blowin'
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As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin'
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She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin'
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[Chorus 3 1/2x]
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
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Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
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Jump Jiggy
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Lil' Wayne |