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Jigga (jigga) Yo, this, yo this beat sound like, uh Ah, this sounds like transfor-, nah nah Sounds like, uh Godzilla, just bitch-slapped your drug dealer Toronto winters, big chillin' in my chinchilla Six-figure told the label need to send it quicker Before I bill up, brush my teeth and I do ten sit-ups Talking sweet like swishers Boy, you isn't that nigga Talking big like you been him I been himma Black hummer, straight from a black beamer Two-seater, who sweeter than me? I told my opp- I got a mop to sweep me off of your feet At nine o'clock, she said to drop it and we turn to your street We spent the block a couple times and then we put it in P I cock my Glock to stroke my ego, no one cocky as me I told my momma that I'm gonna be someone, someday She said you gotta find your path, I said I know one way But momma wanted me to stay far away from the gunplay But momma know I don't listen to nothin' Trap kept jumpin', runners kept runnin' I turned on the mic and I found I amount to somethin' Now a nigga stunnin', my teachers astonished I wasn't a scholar but I went ahead and got it I wasn't a scholar but the trap taught me math Wayne taught me English, lil' bitta swag Unc- taught me how to fuck hoes, dad taught me cash Now I sing the "Cocaine Blues", Johnny Cash Now I'm a bag droppa, tag poppa, pill sella Slick comments, fuck around and log off ya Gucci sweater, only wear it if the weather awful Margiela coffin, I'd better be buried proper Chinnychin chillin' in my chinchilla fur coat Ballin' like Omega and my belt on Ferragamo That means 24 for you niggas that didn't follow Told the officer that I ain't steal the car, man, I just borrowed Big bottle, pour on models, she swallow I'm a big baller, rollin' L's ain't no Lonzo But a nigga from Toronto, I ain't smoke unless there's Fronto She said, "Vallie, baby when you wanna poke it", I said pronto A$AP, no "Rocky", I'm poppin' If you don't like me, why 'on't you try to stop me? That's right you here and I'm Rodeo shoppin' Say that they'll remember you, I don't see no poppies I'm Godzilla, just bitch-slapped your drug dealer Toronto winters, big chillin' in my chinchilla Six figures told the label needa send it quicker Before I bill up needa Uh, yeah (Literally been listenin' to that on repeat) (Talkin' big like you been him, I been himmer) (That's literally my new life motto) (Talkin' big like you been him?) (I been himmer) Been himma, so these bitches wanna take my picture Make it quick, I gotta pack, I gotta go and pickup Then deliver 'til these pockets on Doug Dimma Talking big like you been him I been himma (I don't know why these niggas even bother at this point like bro) Chillin' in my chinchilla (You not him, you never gon be him, you never was him) Wait a sec. I know what happened You guys dropped acid, didn't you? (I'm himma, give it up bro) Craig doesn't have any pants on, he got fucking wild Probably danced, sweated all over the place You got white shit allover your mouth, Franco You probably sucked somebody's dick Jonah over here probably watched and jerked off Jay, I don't know you're in town, good to see you Danny, we're not on acid, we didn't suck each other's dicks! James Franco didn't suck any dick last night? Now I know y'all trippin'
Writer(s): Jorge Luis Pineda, Joshua Carlo Polasz, Dominic Omario D’aguilar Turton, Regan Aliyah Dennis-jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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