Аккорды к песне ​Rick Ross — Wiggle (feat. DreamDoll)

 
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Bitch, I’m the richest nigga ya know 
And I’ma fuck you better than an other rich nigga you done fucked, va 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, 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) 
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 
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 
(WoO, aye) 
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 
(WoO, aye) 
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 
(Woo, aye) 
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 
(Woo, aye) 
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 
(Woo, aye) 
(Woo, aye) 
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 
(Woo, aye) 
(Woo, aye) 
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle