Rick Ross

Wiggle
Bitch, I'm the richest nigga ya know And I'ma fuck you better than an other rich nigga you done fucked, You heard me? (Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle) Yeah, get in line hoe (Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle) Yo (M-M-Maybach Music) 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 (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) SongtexteWiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Them hoes on you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle If it ain't about a bag, gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Uh, I hit Miami, I got Johnny on the trap phone (Woo) Bad bitches, jet skis, we in that zone Booby trap on a river, a hundred racks thrown That Versace mansion sleepin' good like I'm back home Boss bitch, give a fuck what it cost, bitch You ever bet against Dream, that's your loss, bitch Wrist bussin', disgusting, my shit is frostbit (Woo) Ms. Mamas in that Maybach, and this ain't Ross shit (Maybach Music) On a big yachty, no a little boat (No cap) My bitches fuck with Cohiba's and do a little coke Eggshell Birken bag, with a little yolk If you ain't at the game courtside, you a little broke I gotta giggle at nigga who not official 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 (Dream) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Them hoes on you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle If it ain't about a bag, gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) (Woah, aye) Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Aus Songtexte Mania