Ligma Lyrics

Ligma

Yeah

Ligma

Quarantined in my room

Leaving Zoom to my doomster

Changed my latitude and attitude in my room

Smoked his moochka

Switching to expensive-ass vodka

Cause I'm through with all the hoochka

Kinda rude but I'm kinda thinking she a Hoochie-scoochka

She mention Ligma and I mention Ligma

Kinda dumb-dumb

I'm like, what's Ligma

She said, these bottom dollar nuts, you dumb-Dumb

I unzipped the knapsack and I just went clack-Clack

And it went numb-numb

Silly rabbit tricks of the kids

Keep them away from gum-gum

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Ligma balls

Ligma balls

Ligma balls

Ligma balls

Ligma, Ligma, Ligma, Ligma, Ligma

Ligma balls

Ligma balls

Riding with the boys, dawg

Jumping off the porch, dawg

Lurking through the city

Humming Angels

Sing by Shorty Shorty Dawg

Do it for the fans, dawg

Jumping out the stands, dawg

They don't understand, dawg

Watch me do my dance, dawg

No, I can't comprehend

Watching every single word I say

Don't nobody understand

Ligma balls and such

And honestly, I can't trust them much

Glock ain't really busting

She can't really fuck me

I can't cuff a slut

They don't understand

Ligma balls and such

And honestly, I can't trust them much

Pew, pew

They don't know Clippy

Hey, they don't know Clippy

They don't know Clippy

Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew

They don't know

I see you at the office

And you treat me like a boss

Your mouth could use some hot sauce

Girl, you know I love you

Cause you never lose

You never lose

Pack my stadium full of fans

I never lose, never lose

Pack my stadium full of fans

I never lose, never lose

Pack my stadium full of fans

I never lose, never lose

Pack my stadium full of fans

I never lose, never lose

I never lose

La, la, la, la, la

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