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[Intro - R. Kelly] + (Nick Cannon)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kells!) (We in the club singing this for money, ha!) [Chorus - R. Kelly] I'm a gigolo, spending lotsa dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothes Always surrounded, by so many (HO!) I'm a gigolo, always on the go Every time I turn around, I got another show Leave the club with about three in a row Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!) [Verse 1 - Nick Cannon] Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby are you down Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebonese Hair to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember me Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me I thought you would never leave You wanna name me Like A-Murray Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese Only getting in for free, if you came wit me Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Nick Cannon] Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor Ma I'm feeling yo heels, them Christian Diors I'm like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game But like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I'm looking for some brains In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawers So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause If you outta Hypnotic, 'notha round at the bar And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club Wit a groupie, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Nick Cannon] Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us You don't need ya car keys, we goin' free in the bus And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on a Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth Come through in something new, wit an invisible roof Oh the fans on my necklace seem invisible too When we do what we do, we can't be visible boo The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you Initiate the first move, shorty that was all you I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee [Chorus] |
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