Face The Stage - Jiggalator Lyrics

Oooouh Face
Yeah
Yeahhh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuhhhh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuhhhh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuhhhh
Hit that O
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna jiggalator
She been on my phone
I gotta tell her see her later
Put my pistol in her purse
And she don't even need the papers
I got Jiggas , I got cuttas,
I got killas, I got sprayers
I got youngins on the block
And they be dripping with the flavor
I got OG's on the porch
They be Smoking on the vapor
I got teedy serving plates
I got Unc riding scrapers
They say Granny in the hospital
Please don't take her!
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Hit that O
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
F A C E
T H E
S T A G E
THATS ME
Subwoofers Bangin
Back in 03
Ogs called me swanga
All the hoes they call me Steve
Reebok classics
Fat laces
Champs
Tee
Platinum fubu
Starch jeans
That can stand
From the crease
All these bitches
Know i'm Hot just like the beach
And I do just what I want
But you can't do it like me
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Hit that O
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna Jiggalate
Indictment had me shook
I was out here pulling capers
Junkies smoking rock
Higher than a skyscraper
They ain't think I had it
Bitch in ballon like a laker
Got the Stick on my hip
Like my name darth vader
Certified mail
Full of Ice Olympic skater
Armed detail
Strapped Up for the haters
Playin witcha life
Do we have any takers
Ems hollerin
Gah damn we can't save em
In my possession
Got a weapon
Hitting targets
My profession
Vvs
Straight baguettes
Around neck
It's a blessing
It's cost
To be the boss
What's the price
Ain't no guessin
I put bodies
On a shirt
Yo paperwork
Says you telling
Face he
Beat the case
From outta state
And Ain't no felon
Bad bitches
Is my taste
Bust your head
Just like a melon
Middle finger
To my haters
You can see
I ain't failing
Thank god
He got me right
They want my soul
But I ain't selling
Jiggalate
All this booty shaking
Make me wanna jiggalator
She been on my phone
I gotta tell her see her later
Put my pistol in her purse
And she don't even need the papers
I got Jiggas , I got cuttas,
I got killas, I got sprayers