Telephone Man ft. Shrub Head Lyrics

Never sip still get it out the mud though

Talk to a few never really loved those

Walking with a crew smelling, like we sell though

Approaching and shoot with another shell blown

Never sip still get it out the mud though

Talk to a few never really loved those

Walking with a crew smelling, like we sell though

Approaching and shoot with another shell blown

Tell the rapper to take five

A little sip of "Jiggy Gin" just for the late night

Man, I don't need "a lil Jiggy Pen" I get high while my friend writes

Lil Jiggy in a bag that only the best fine

Only the best rhymes only the S type

I caught him off the top rope you hope for an F-5

It feel like left eye, a reason to set fire

Call the waitress over for a caesar and french fries

The "Bitch" only get sides

I don't go bed bye

Don't even get tire, man I'm here to get mine

The look in my red eyes say "it's just a head high"

It's just the meds, ma

Pussy fresh on my breath like toothpaste

I don't pop X, girl I'm great

Lil Jiggy Jim starting to lose weight

Man, I could really live out of this suitcase

I don't like this beer with this soufflé

I don't like this fit with this mood ring

Boy, I keep a bitch like loose change

If Jiggy Jimmy dip, baby who's staying?

How many 16s I gotta drop 'fore y'all remember the boy?

I been on my job since before I was ever employed

If this shit drop, they might bring an end to your tour

If this shit "Drop", shit I'm just settling scores

Ain't nobody next to be boy

This hear word gold, baby I can't be stretching my voice

My old shit, sound like the best of The Source

My new shit sounding better than ever before

I don't write rhymes baby I write scripts

I guarantee I shine if these lights dim

You don't really die if you die rich

But what the fuck am I fly Spic

The shit they made me choose at a young age

The fuck you really want, to rap or to get paid?

Man, Ima I need my Rockefeller chain

Bitch, I'm Jiggy fucking James. Fuck what they tryn' say

Key word "tryn'" we ain't your room we ain't hear 'em anyway

I ain't need a perc to vibe all my peers keep it an eighth

You ain't heard that we live? Then you dead to the gang

My bitch roll the "La" while she necking the drank

All bullshit aside, I'm trying stow all my paper

I'd like you own me some acres

From Dawn to Moonlight, I swear I'm not who you phasing

You won't say the same to my face.

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