Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky – Jingelin Lyrics

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[Intro Skit: Tyler, The Creator & Bernie Mac]
I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
I’ma tell you something straight off the motherfucking press
I ain’t coming for no foolishness
And New York goddammit y’all motherfucking women look good
Y’all like a bacon and egg sandwich, you look good
And I love sex, I love it
Can’t do shit no more and I’m blessed
I’m big boned, I’m heavy structured
I’m hung low
If I pull my shit out, this whole room get dark
Kick it
(Bass)
(Check it)
Yuh
(Bass)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, (Bitch) dawg
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, ayy, yo
Jingle, jingle, that’s a one of one (Ah)
Diamonds flooded like it’s Catrina (Ah)
Please do not make me cop that P1 (Brr-ah)
Trust me, that is something you don’t want, (Ah) yeah, mm

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Golf le Fleur like I [?], mm
Only [?] buy high heels, mm
Last five months, that’s five mil’s, mm
Still too scared to cop the P1
Don’t you get that heat, one of one, be one (Wooo)
EB1, and he won, that’s how we gun
He be one, the B1, the heebie jeebies (Bass)
Please do not, don’t make me cop the P1
[?] my percent, no (Talk that shit, nigga)
[?] my chick like I’m a [?], no (Talk that shit)
I don’t know that shit, none of my shit go (Uh)
I’m a ten out ten, I’m on my tip toes (Wooo)
Run, run, run, wait, wait, mm
I’m on [?], mm
You don’t know we’re coppin’, mm
I’m on [?], the [?], mm

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Uh, I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, (Bitch) dawg
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, ayy, yo (Let ’em know)
Jingle, jingle, that’s a one of one (Ah)
Diamonds flooded like it’s Catrina (Ah, hey)
Please do not make me cop that P1 (Brr-ah)
Trust me, that is something you don’t want, (Ah) yeah, mm (Let ’em know)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Tomb, make my ‘Rari go vroom
Got the P1, my Ruger P9
I slide the east side and do the G side
Thug the B-side, throwin’ no peace sign
Fuckin’ three 9s, turn it to three dimes
[?], I’m chillin’ with two dimes
[?] one time, they fuckin’ me one time, ayy
Get no blunts out the face, ayy (Ayy)
Leave them, ghost out the fade (Ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Please do not soak my parade, ayy (Ayy)
[?] (Ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky (Hold on)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, (Bitch) dawg
I said I’m jinglin’, baby, go ‘head, bitch
I said I’m jinglin’, ayy, yo
Jingle, jingle, that’s a one of one (Ah)
Diamonds flooded like it’s Catrina (Ah)
Please do not make me cop that P1 (Brr-ah)
Trust me, that is something you don’t want, (Ah) yeah, mm
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Bernie Mac]
Now how it go, with that roll when I’m trippin’ the ten
I tell her go, when to go, I might send her the top
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ride, ride, ride
Uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah
Got that wood, ride, ride, ride
Fuck that shit, that’s a Glock
Now how that go, with that roll when I’m trippin’ the top
And got that hoe wanna go, [?] my shit in the ten
Hahaha, dun-dun-dun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that that huh
Uh, uh, uh, ma, ma, ma
Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, uh uh
Tell ’em, baby, you tell ’em
[?]
[?] champagne [?]
[?]
(Hey) Kick it up (Hey)
(Hey) Kick it up (Hey)
(Hey) Kick it up (Hey)
(Hey) Kick it up (Hey)
(Bass)
(Check it)
Yuh
(Check it)