paroles de chanson Jiggy in Jersey, Pt. 3 (feat. MCVERTT) - Defiant Presents, Sha EK & Bandmanrill

MC, make another hit
Project X
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha
Stick 'em (ha-ha) stick 'em (ha-ha)
Stick 'em (ha-ha)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha
Stick 'em (ha-ha) stick 'em (ha-ha) (let's go)
Aye

Run right down, stick 'em (run right down)
Don't got the gun? sick 'em (he gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (on bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (pow)

Run right down, stick 'em (run right down)
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em (he gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (on bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (gang-gang-gang)

I'm tryna spin through that main block
I'm tryna catch me a face shot
Two opps got hit, but them niggas ain't die
They still got hit wit' the same Glock
They tried to say, "ain't no Jiggy in Jersey"
He a baby, and he broke
You need to go to the ATM
And pull out some bread
'Cause you need you a coat
Them niggas gotta stop dissin'
Drop my O and a nigga go missin'
I done watched too many niggas switch up
To this day my bitch say I don't listen
I don't care 'cause I'm totin' that Smithing
They told me, "chill, 'cause these niggas be snitchin'"
Steve O signed me and everything changed
I was bummy, now, look at me, different
Gang-gang-gang

(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha
Stick 'em (ha-ha) stick 'em (ha-ha)
Stick 'em (ha-ha)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha (stick 'em)
(Brr) stick 'em, ha-ha
Stick 'em (ha-ha) stick 'em (ha-ha) (let's go)
Aye (stick 'em)

Run right down, stick 'em (run right down)
Don't got the gun? sick 'em (he gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (on bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (pow)

Run right down, stick 'em (run right down)
Don't got the gun? sick 'em (he gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (on bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (pow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em