[LYRICS] Rick Ross Feat DreamDoll – Wiggle

[LYRICS] Rick Ross Feat DreamDoll – Wiggle

Rick Ross’s ‘Wiggle,’ which features DreamDoll, has official lyrics. Sam Sneak, Don Cannon, and Lyle Leduff collaborated on the track.

Intro: Rick Ross & DreamDoll
Bitch, I’m the richest nigga ya know (Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
And I’ma fuck you better than an other rich nigga you done fucked
(Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
You heard me? (Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Yeah, get in line hoe (Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle)
Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)

Verse 1: Rick Ross
They offered 30 years, I beat it on the loophole (Boss)
2 days later, nigga pulled up in a 2-tone (Huh)
Got bitches sleeping on the floor like it’s a group home
The only question I can see is where ya moving?
Got ’em taking 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 talking two boats (Two boats)
And my new bitch of the week, I call her Deepthroat (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

Chorus: Rick Ross & DreamDoll
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah)

Bridge: DreamDoll
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

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Verse 2: DreamDoll & Rick Ross
Uh, I hit Miami, I got Johnny on the trap phone (Woo)
Bad bitches, jet skis, we in that zone (ahn)
Booby trap on a river, a hundred racks thrown
That Versace mansion sleeping good like I’m back home (ahn)
Boss bitch, give a fuck what it cost, bitch
You ever bet against Dream, that’s your loss, bitch (huh)
Wrist bussing, disgusting, my shit is frostbit (Woo)
Ms. Mamas in that Maybach, and this ain’t Ross shit (Maybach Music, Huh)
On a big yachty, no a little boat (No cap)
My bitches fuck with Cohiba’s and do a little coke (Woo)
Eggshell Birken bag, with a little yolk (ahn)
If you ain’t at the game courtside, you a little broke
I gotta giggle at nigga who not official (Woo)
My rearview, blue lights flashing, 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)

Bridge: DreamDoll & Rick Ross
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Them hoes on you gotta (Woah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
If it ain’t about a bag, gotta (Woah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta (Woah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)

Chorus: Rick Ross & DreamDoll
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye yeah)
(Woah, aye yeah)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye yeah)
(Woah, aye)
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

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