Piggedy pow guess who's on niggedy now Got the whole damn criggedy crowd like wiggedy wow I friggedy freak the funk I'm not a punk, I'm known for pimpin I miggedy make more doh, than that nigga Homer Simpson On a mission, to rock it, I'm flipping, the profit A tune for the consumers, first they listen then they cop it The language that I speak, this an emcee, grammar I got a rapper gun, that's my MC, Hammer I am a bad mamma jamma I plan ta Rigged wreck the stage from, here to Alabama I got 2 fifths, and my Glocks do spit If I hock tu spit, you will not do shit You ain't no miggedy mack, ya riggedy raps are wiggedy wack Why ya town ain't on the map, nigga riggedy riddle me that And when we were in the trenches we ain't get no higgedy hand outs See how tables turn I'm the fucking miggedy man now
I'm the higgedy hustler you the ciggedy customer Head shot, neck shot, hit the jiggedy jugular Leg shot, lead pop, commence to sniggedy snuffin ya We even dead cops and we ain't biggedy bluffin bruh Red dots leave wiggedy wet spots in yo dread locks If you got a hot head, I'll leave ya higgedy head hot You bet not ever press stop you gon get dropped Fuck shit up and leave, then higgedy head to the next spot Let's not act all outta ciggedy character Smack you with the diggedy Daringer embarrass ya Life is good I'm on the road to the riches My desires in existence, got the flyest biggedy bitches And when we was in the trenches we ain't get no higgedy hand outs See how tables turn I'm the fucking miggedy man nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
