Rick Ross - Wiggle (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Rick Ross - Wiggle (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Bitch, I'm the richest nigga ya know
(Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
And I'ma fuck you better than an other
rich nigga you done fucked (Wiggle,
wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
They offered 30 years, I beat
it on the loophole (Boss)
2 days later, nigga pulled
up in a 2-tone (Huh)
Got bitches sleepin' on the floor
like it's a group home
The only question I can see
is where ya movin'?
Got 'em takin' off they clothes like
it's The Luke Show (Luke Show)
I'm the new king of Miami,
even Luke know
I got a mansion on the beach, I'm
talkin' two boats (Two boats)
And my new bitch of the week, I call
her Deepthroat (Deepthroat)
Deepthroat, yeah, she
got a deep throat
Bape sweats and a chemist
with the kilos
Drop the top and the hoes
start hyperventilating
I gave 'em dick and then they all
just turned to mental patients
Give 'em surge advances under
different circumstances
Uber to my house but go and
get some purse and panties
You got a dope boy, you
better live with it
Time of the month, you bleedin'
on me, I'ma still hit it, uh
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle,
wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Them hoes on you gotta
If it ain't about a bag, gotta
To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta
Uh, I hit Miami, I got Johnny
on the trap phone (Woo)
Bad bitches, jet skis,
we in that zone (ahn)
Booby trap on a river, a
hundred racks thrown
That Versace mansion sleepin' good
like I'm back home (ahn)
Boss bitch, give a fuck
what it cost, bitch
You ever bet against Dream, that's
your loss, bitch (huh)
Wrist bussin', disgusting,
my shit is frostbit (Woo)
Ms. Mamas in that Maybach, and this ain't
Ross shit (Maybach Music, Huh)
On a big yachty, no a
little boat (No cap)
My bitches fuck with Cohiba's
and do a little coke (Woo)
Eggshell Birken bag, with
a little yolk (ahn)
If you ain't at the game courtside,
you a little broke
I gotta giggle at nigga
who not official (Woo)
My rearview, blue lights flashin',
I gotta wiggle
Shit in my trunk heavy, who know
how much time it get you?
Yo Rozay, this shit outta
here, we got a missile
Them hoes on you gotta (Woah)
If it ain't about a bag, gotta (Woah)
To get the jeans on the
ass, you gotta (Woah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Woah, aye yeah)
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