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WiGGiNS
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
WiGGiNS was released on July 1, 2022 by © 2022 iXo, LLC as a part of the album WiGGiNS - Single
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Release DateJuly 1, 2022
Label© 2022 iXo, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Aye, aye, aye, aye, okay)
(Uh, uh, yea, yea, yea, yea)
Aye, yeah, look, uh
I heat up everything, I don't got time to be chillin'
That **** salty I'm crackin' his hoe
But I'm still finna do it cuz fuck how he feelin'
Really don't know what he thinkin'
Cuz if she ain't fuckin' on me, it'd be somebody different
That shit ain't none of my business
I don't be feelin' too guilty, yeah I keep it pimpin'
Brand new 'Cleezy, I'm dippin'
Young boy shoot like Andrew, **** he Wiggin'
Everyday my phone clickin',
My shit jump like MJ, JG -- Pippen
Call up my dog, he sic' 'em
All of these muhfuckas broke, these **** need fixin'
I can't sleep, no slippin'
I can't wife that bitch, cuz the hoe don't listen
Aye, aye
Prada bag on me, I'm makin' deliveries
Brand new Rick Owens, this ain't made in Italy
I pull up doley and **** get jittery
They try to get at me, that shit don't get to me
She say she hate me, but I know she missin' me
**** be hatin', they wastin' their energy (woo!)
Don't be the same when they facin' they enemies (GLLT-BAP-BAP-BAP)
Team on max, track dumb **** bring that back (okay!)
Drop heat off spring, no mattress (yea!)
Big VYSE top 3, no cap (yea!)
Need a milli, I can't relax (yea!)
If the pack good work, I'm taxin' (yea!)
If he talk - I spin, Mike Jackson (yea!)
No airbag, **** we crashin' (yeaa-a-a-a-a-a, aye, aye)
I heat up everything, I don't got time to be chillin'
That **** salty I'm crackin' his hoe
But I'm still finna do it cuz fuck how he feelin'
Really don't know what he thinkin'
Cuz if she ain't fuckin' on me, it'd be somebody different
That shit ain't none of my business
I don't be feelin' too guilty, yeah I keep it pimpin'
Brand new 'Cleezy, I'm dippin' (woo! woo!)
Young boy shoot like Andrew, **** he Wiggin' (woo!)
Everyday my phone clickin',
My shit jump like MJ, JG - Pippen (woo! woo!)
Call up my dog, he sic' 'em (aye)
All of these muhfuckas broke, these **** need fixin' (aye!)
I can't sleep, no slippin'
I can't wife that bitch, cuz the hoe don't listen (okay!)
I run this shit like I'm Caesar, uhhh-uh
I don't be takin' no breathers, uhhh-uh
I line it up like Adidas, I heat it up like a fever, uhhh-uh
She wanna fuck for no reason
I just be stickin' my keys in, uhhh-uh
She know her **** be creepin'
She fuckin' me now she even, uhhh-uh (baow!)
Came from the bottom, I feel like they owe me
These **** don't feel me, they act like they know me (gllt-baow!)
Fuck all that tellin' me, you gotta show me
I only take care of the fam and my brodys (gllt-baow-baow-baow-baow!)
Killer mentality, R.I.P Kobe (huhh)
Gold on my neck and my bitch is a trophy (aye!)
I keep a mop on me, I'm a custodian
I just lay back and get high off the doty (uh-huh)
Aye, aye (wooo)
I heat up everything, I don't got time to be chillin'
That **** salty I'm crackin' his hoe
But I'm still finna do it cuz fuck how he feelin'
Really don't know what he thinkin'
Cuz if she ain't fuckin' on me, it'd be somebody different (glllt-baow)
That shit ain't none of my business
I don't be feelin' too guilty, yeah I keep it pimpin'
Brand new 'Cleezy, I'm dippin' (aye-aye-aye)
Young boy shoot like Andrew, **** he Wiggin'
Everyday my phone clickin',
My shit jump like MJ, JG -- Pippen
Call up my dog, he sic' 'em
All of these muhfuckas broke, these **** need fixin'
I can't sleep, no slippin'
I can't wife that bitch, cuz the hoe don't listen
Aye, Aye
Aye, aye
Prada bag on me, I'm makin' deliveries
Brand new Rick Owens, this ain't made in Italy
I pull up doley and **** get jittery
They try to get at me, that shit don't get to me
She say she hate me, but I know she missin' me
**** be hatin', they wastin' their energy
Don't be the same when they facin' they enemies
They try to get at me, that shit don't get to me
She say she hate me, but I know she missin' me
Written by: Jermaine Scott
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