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Yayayaya, woah Jiggy Yayaya, yo Berry pon dis Chippy and Kida, ya ya, oh ya ya Chippy and Kida, ya ya, ayy Jiggy boyz, uh-huh I'mma keep it G wit you (I'mma keep it G) You're a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit you All eyes, I can see through you 'nuff yute movin' like a snake (Snake) I can see it in your face (Face) I can see the jugg that's waste I don't want you in my space, yea Ya, On the mission, God got him Niggas only hit you when they wan' somethin' Bitches never hit you when you aren't poppin' So bitches never hit you cah you aren't poppin' Show me your colours, I believe you You think you're opaque but you're see through And less is more when it comes to people So if I cut you off I didn't need you Undertakers and Kanes, turn into Cane and Ables SongtexteEyes closed, I can spot the Judas at the table So mek a man try bite the hand that feeds Take wah I bring to the table when I leave Big man ting, them cyan't tek mi fi a yute Tek weh myself, before yuh tek mi fi a fool I ain't colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels Man a starboy so mi mek starboy moves I'mma keep it G wit you (I'mma keep it G) You're a fake friend I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit you All eyes, I can see through you 'nuff yute movin' like a snake (Snake) I can see it in your face (Face) I can see the jugg that's waste (Mhm) I don't want you in my space, yea A wah di raas, a wah di bumba Left the fucka dem pon the old numba If he's on my mind when I touch the pad Ain't no dance when I find the clap Jealousy they comin' for me oh it's not a ting Shakin' niggas off like my show that fiya fling Like why they switchin' sides on Chippy bruh He a six, or a nine, niggas iffy uh Unnu 'llow mi wit the drama I'd rather be under a palm tree in Palma Dem gyal nuh want you, they want ballers From Ghana, but what's banana in the Bahamas Big man ting, them cyan't tek mi fi a yute Tek weh myself, before yuh tek mi fi a fool I ain't colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels Man a starboy so mi mek, ya Fake, jiggaz on my road (My road) Didn't wanna see the boy blow (Blow) Didn't wanna see the boy go (Go) Didn't wanna see the boy grow (Grow) Now we, gettin' to the dough (The dough) Jiggaz they be ringin' my phone Gyalies never leave the boy alone (Mh-mh) You know, how the story goes I'mma keep it G wit you (I'mma keep it G) You are fake friend I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit you All eyes, I can see through you 'nuff yute movin' like a snake (Snake) I can see it in your face (Face) I can see the jugg that's waste I don't want you in my space, yea Chippy and Kida, ya ya, oh ya ya Chippy and Kida, ya ya, ayy Aus Songtexte Mania