SnS

Duration

2:53

Genres

Rap/Gangsta Rap

Description

Lyrics

SNS - by Classic Jigga Classic Jigga...SNS Right here you heard me.... Making beats like The Bank and Trust... Big time Loan Collectors...Sir Clean on me like Sharks. I’m gonna put on Thrust Adjust and Make my Mark. Classic Jigga...SNS Jigga this, Jigga that...Cut that pie boy...For Poor Boy. A Brisket a Task it...Screw Coat in a Casket. Suc on this Jam...Life like reality spun into a spiders Nose. I need my money...I want my Money...Money is collected by the tooth fairy. Not by apple throated bad breath producers fingering good beats. You need some chew for your heart boy. I need less Chessman and W.K.RAP in My Attic. Work all day Producers SNS All day Producers. Classic Jigga...SNS Big Houses...Big Cars...for Trap Rappers. Trap Houses...and Death Trap Cars for you Hoes and Bridges... Sugar Cube Burglars making Crap Records... Paying Corporate Hips to sell that crap dip.. You come in my home I put it one your dome... My money ain’t gonna sit around playing crap rap 25‘s all night... Classic Jigga...SNS Smoking and Puffing and snitching and rippin’... Riding high...naming streets...and going around. Social Network on my popular front porch and I’ll pull out a torch... Mr. Social making night moves in a Brown Bag...Got castled by the corner... Slowed and Chopped and Screwd...