Im a Fun Guy by Jiggy Lyrics
Fresh off the wake up…
Good Morning
I slayed the beat
I mean I slayed the beast
You had ya chance of taming me
And now theres no containing G (G)
Fatal blows, one-liners are a luxury
The grapes of my wrath, it’s scarce I know you strugglin’
To the greats of the past, I passed they said they fuck wit me
I'm a master assassin wit nothin' but dead tracks
Shittin' on they bars like they service is dumb wack (wack)
Making n****s sprint, relay to them that they got lapped
The hits just seem to multiply, I'm starting to love math
The Benjis keep it simple honey
Fuck that expression, ain’t no exes got no business for me
(I'm sayin')
N****s sleeping but I’m nice with the pen
I be pimpin' on some shawties like I’m Mike and his friend
After Round One, her p***y callin' wants some revenge
But your season over baby so we done from here
Yeah had to shut her down so she healthy next year
When I'm on a track, my words be so powerful
Like God when he’s fighting, like who is he fighting for
I'm Dame with the Dolla, a brotha keep it ten toes
Ditchin' tricks like the flip, I always keep it kickin' tho
Basic bitches are impressed with this
Iceberg with my words
You haven’t heard my shit
I’m a servant for curves
I’m tough enough just with my tip
Can’t be slurring my verbs
I wrote, I spoke and then I win
Gainin’ gold when I score, my wins just as a synonym
Can’t keep up-
It’s absurd, the flow, my shit’s ridiculous...
(Uh)
And n****s thought that they can hang with us
I'm a star
On banners but no spangled shit
Prime time is when I shine
My vision chris-tal clear
Appaullin' to hating n****s that declined
Yeah n***a that's a heat line
Make sure to review that play, rewind
Good Morning
I slayed the beat
I mean I slayed the beast
You had ya chance of taming me
And now theres no containing G (G)
Fatal blows, one-liners are a luxury
The grapes of my wrath, it’s scarce I know you strugglin’
To the greats of the past, I passed they said they fuck wit me
I'm a master assassin wit nothin' but dead tracks
Shittin' on they bars like they service is dumb wack (wack)
Making n****s sprint, relay to them that they got lapped
The hits just seem to multiply, I'm starting to love math
The Benjis keep it simple honey
Fuck that expression, ain’t no exes got no business for me
(I'm sayin')
N****s sleeping but I’m nice with the pen
I be pimpin' on some shawties like I’m Mike and his friend
After Round One, her p***y callin' wants some revenge
But your season over baby so we done from here
Yeah had to shut her down so she healthy next year
When I'm on a track, my words be so powerful
Like God when he’s fighting, like who is he fighting for
I'm Dame with the Dolla, a brotha keep it ten toes
Ditchin' tricks like the flip, I always keep it kickin' tho
Basic bitches are impressed with this
Iceberg with my words
You haven’t heard my shit
I’m a servant for curves
I’m tough enough just with my tip
Can’t be slurring my verbs
I wrote, I spoke and then I win
Gainin’ gold when I score, my wins just as a synonym
Can’t keep up-
It’s absurd, the flow, my shit’s ridiculous...
(Uh)
And n****s thought that they can hang with us
I'm a star
On banners but no spangled shit
Prime time is when I shine
My vision chris-tal clear
Appaullin' to hating n****s that declined
Yeah n***a that's a heat line
Make sure to review that play, rewind