737 (Prod. By Jiggolo) (Bonus Jiggolo Track)

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I'm fresh from my head to feet (to my feet)

737 get like me (like me)

So fly but we keep it so street (so street)

Check my swag and do it like me

Verse 1

Yeah I'm flyer than the best of them

Fresher than the rest of them

737 bitch, that's the new testament

Picture perfect specimen of pimpin' in the flesh

I make top down music or chrom just to flex a bit

Debonaire veteran, know your tired of peddlin'

with petty rappers who say they're trappers with no medicine

Plus I'm riding better than, half of them who swear by that

Know that I'm a client but i'm still the player-president

Lavish is the residence

Plus I fuck with Meryll-Lynch

Hotter than a kettle bitch and i got presidence

Over lames who claim they on some better shit

Bitch niggaz delicate, been the shit ever since 1983

80's baby and i'm hellarich, ridin' while i text your bitch

Tell her she's my favorite, let her suck me out

She like vanilla berry flavor dick

Jiggolo I'm heaven sent, niggaz hate to use it

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Verse 2

Man I'm on the scene with a polo and jeans that's so clean

You should see the way your bitch neck lean when I'm gleamin'

Niggaz say they fly but they don't understand the meanin'

Suave House, we been here we not leavin'

Jiggolo I'm cool but look see these heathens

That bust a nigga head on sight no more breathin'

Just give them a reason to click and then clack

Don't try em they been to jail and they dyin' to go back

You ain't 737 cause you got a lil' beamer

Pockets on beast buy you earn a lil' leaner

Man up a squad pimp you better get your team up

Flood you like Katrina, you gonna need FEMA

A great imagination but an even better dreamer

To think you try to see us, it's best you try to be us

To go to war you'll probably need Jesus

Please believe us we will not ease up

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Verse 3

See I used to be modest about it but they doubters

So I put it in their face and let them see that i'm about it

You wanna shine like me but your cues too clouded

These VVS's got my charms so crowded

If you could only see all this money that I've counted

Came a long way from pushin' carts in Thomas County

Now they crowd around me, tell me I'm that new nigga

From Phoenix to Mississippi, I'm down to talent nigga

No need for a hint of febreeze

my feces is so easy on the nose, it's like berry and roses

For those of you that's slow, my shit got no odor

Flip her like yoga, fuck her and then show her

To the door cause, I'm on a dough hunt

I'm runnin' circles bout this paper call me dough nuts

And this is no luck, I'm in the fore front

Cuz I'm the shit, fuckin' dirty roll the dro up

(Chorus til Close)