sábado, 21 de enero de 2012

Lyric Jigga That Nigga - Jay-Z

Lyric Song Jigga That Nigga: Girl speaking frenchthen says Roc A Fella y all Intro Jay Z It s the Roc JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga Woo!! R OR O Cnigga JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga HOV! R O Cniggas JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga Trackmasters R O Cniggas Jay Z Verse 1 Come on a track like duh duh duh duh Wit a throw back jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of hersey and adcentives I might take sips of army wit a chi ickI m so sick wit it Lampin in the Hamptonsthe weekendsman In Stan Smith Adidas and a Campus Or plain guts on a cruiseHermaine boat shoes The Izod bucket onI m so old school Yellow wristwatchGucci flip flops Six top model chickswho is this hot J Aladies help me say it nowY Zmamiwhy you playin wit me Ride wit meget high as me How it s supposed to bewhen you rollin wit G s HOV! Back up in this bitch like whoa Jigga get this whole shit jumpin like 6 4 s Chorus Hov He is I and I am him JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga Slim with the tilted brim on 20 inch rims JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga If y all got love for meI got love for y all JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga And if y all go to war for meI ll go to war wit y all JiggaJiggathat nigga Jigga Verse 2 HOV! It s onbreeze through jeansit s easytoo She s respondin top is C
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pants Waist is low enough to let your waist show Top like a rock starI got a fast car We can cruise the citydoin a buck 60 Chorus Verse 3 HE DID IT AGAIN! Haters no like But they gotta wit it cause the flow s so tight GnarlydudeI puff Bob Marleydude All day like Rastafaris do Now I m stuck to the pointalcoholic mood You in up my highdon t bother medude Wit red Roverssend ya hoes over She can do WHATEVERsip somethin wit soda She can leave WHENEVERsip somethin wit Hova We can play HOWEVERsleighbed or sofa And the prognosissex is explosive Left her wit wet bed sheetsnigga I m FOCUSED Chorus Jay Z WHOA! R O CR O Cniggas TM R O Cniggas Roc A Fellay all

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