Jiggy In Brazil

[Intro: MC Teuzin PV]
Se falar que ama, eu tô mentindo
Menina, eu sou artista, focado e capacitado em tacar forte nas novinha' (MC, make another hit)
Eu já sofri por amor, mas não sofro mais (Project, project X)
Agora o 212 VIP exala no corpo do pai

[Chorus: Sha Ek & Bandmanrill]
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together
We was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I bet they mad 'cause a nigga got rich
I don't got pokes on that dirty ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far
I could have been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playing with niggas
You run up, you get sent to the stars
Gang-gang-gang
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps togеther
We was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I bet thеy mad 'cause a nigga got rich
I don't got pokes on that dirty ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far
I could have been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playing with niggas (Aye, look-look)
You run up, you get sent to the stars
Gang-gang-gang (Gang-gang-gang)

[Bridge: Bandmanrill]
Aye, Goddamn
Look, Goddamn
Look, Goddamn
Goddamn-Goddamn-Goddamn

[Verse: Bandmanrill]
Swaq gon' slide, gon' scoop in that van
That been a homie before all the fans
Outside, Glock in the pants
Outside, look, wait
I'm on the block, put the Glock to the shoulder
He only tough for the net, he a poser
Bro fifteen tryna slide on a Rover
My nigga said, "It ain't done 'till it's over," wait
Diss on the net then he caught the bottle
Bro took of clock, goin' full throttle
Hit his body, watch a nigga wobble
He gon' clip a nigga, come try to
I'm in the hood with a AK
In the Welly, this shit like a Payday
And they love when I'm screamin' out, "Ay-ay"
I got a bitch but she not the bae-bae
Bro shoot, his aim like grade A
Get low, wait, you better stay-stay
Get fussin', this shit a fake face
Get bussin', look, aye

[Chorus: Sha Ek]
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together
We was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I bet they mad 'cause a nigga got rich
I don't got pokes on that dirty ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far
I could have been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playing with niggas
You run up, you get sent to the stars
Gang-gang-gang
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together
We was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I bet they mad 'cause a nigga got rich
I don't got pokes on that dirty ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far
I could have been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playing with niggas
You run up, you get sent to the stars
Gang-gang-gang