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| tommylasorda, sudan, craigs list, dorian harewood, list of themes, unf, richard bright, albums, jackie hoffman, berber, carlito, collateral, 1981 in sports, jarule real name, industrial, rap, egyptian, fazed, digitalart, strange news, listof films, | (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with edie falco huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better edie falco get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 3: I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should Cause edie falco if I only sold one, then out comes the hood The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn de'Glass Let me sit up in they whip till I launch it back Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that And everybody sing-a-long to the track, Come on Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? |
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| I heard the same, You richard bright heard the name Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who richard bright I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get richard bright it right, bitches better get it right Verse 2: Got a license to kill so I stay the gat Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scared a that Got a new motto this year, Don't Fuck With My Ones Knock on your door, three in the morning, ";It's just us and our guns!"; See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity Streets won't let me chill Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain ya'll Raw, the one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see Jigga in a Wide Body or Drop-top Bently is all, Holla at me ya'll Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? |
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