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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Jiggaboo Lyrics

Jiggaboo Lyrics[Intro]
You goin' home Jigga? (They caught him)
(Yeah)
Alright, hold on, I'm 'bout to send you this bitch
You can bump that bitch on your way
Smoke

[Chorus]
I'll flood her neck with these diamonds
I'll go to war 'bout these benjis
Stand in the trap with my niggas, make pigeons sing like they Whitney
Tote on them Glocks with extensions
Young niggas totin' on semis
I'll take the top off your hitter, knock off the roof of that Bentley
She like this double r fashion
Real right rockstar no actin'
Make the house do flips, gymnastics
Massive rock, blue hundreds up in plastic
Shorty bad, know I turn up her fashion
Do him bad, hit his block in a magnum
Blow it down, .44 with some magnum
Run him down, get my brother to clap him

[Verse 1]
She's a trap bitch, ooh
Can't let her know the news
She like to sit up on the couch and watch a nigga deal that food
She just want some shoes, buy her 23, just 'cause she move the 32
She don't know, but know we stepped on dude
Watch that door, huh
Bro'nem on the porch, they totin' on poles
Who the fuck that nigga? Look suspicious
Till he leave don't sell no boat
Jigga runnin' around this bitch, got bitches blowin' up phone for Jigga lo'
Lil Top ain't 'round this bitch, put a jet for money, they know just where I go

[Chorus]
I'll flood her neck with these diamonds (Where I go)
I'll go to war 'bout these benjis (Mmm)
Stand in the trap with my niggas, make pigeons sing like they Whitney (Woah)
Tote on them Glocks with extensions (Woah, woah, woah)
Young niggas totin' on semis
I'll take the top off your hitter, knock off the roof of that Bentley
She like this double r fashion
Real right rockstar no actin'
Make the house do flips, gymnastics
Massive rock, blue hundreds up in plastic
Shorty bad, know I turn up her fashion
Do him bad, hit his block in a magnum
Blow it down, .44 with some magnum
Run him down, get my brother to clap him

[Verse 2]
Be a man, come and drop off the boxes (Boxes)
I ain't 'round, but I heard about it
Tear up his body with stolen choppers
Jump out the car, runnin' from them choppas
We in that north lookin' for the oppers
Oppositions they get left on the opposite
Stackin' money we ain't doin' the opposite
Plenty bundles I be holdin' a lot of it
Nine piece in the pot, he be droppin' it
He can hit it however he want (However he want, yeah, yeah)
38, puttin' the twelves in the trunk
38, shawty can sell all alone
After a week, they gon' switch up the phone
No he ain't right, he gon' call, get the tone
Cartier see gotta put on his eye
Bust open the pound, and smoke me a 5
Know that it's clean, like I hit it with Tide (Tide)
Hit it, he twitchin', it fuck with his eye
Shawty gon' hold on the strap in that ride
Shawty gon' drive while I shoot at them guys (Guys)
Never let her know where the extra lies (Lies)
Hopin' this ho not gon' run off on me
Parish, she gon' send the drop to 3
Knock 'em, flood her with Patek Philippe

[Chorus]
I'll flood her neck with these diamonds
I'll go to war 'bout these benjis
Stand in the trap with my niggas, make pigeons sing like they Whitney
Tote on them Glocks with extensions
Young niggas totin' on semis
I'll take the top off your hitter, knock off the roof of that Bentley
She like this double r fashion
Real right rockstar no actin'
Make the house do flips, gymnastics
Massive rock, blue hundreds up in plastic
Shorty bad, know I turn up her fashion
Do him bad, hit his block in a magnum
Blow it down, .44 with some magnum
Run him down, get my brother to clap him