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Lyrics to Gigolo by Nick Cannon ft. R. KellyThe Santa Clause Script For 'The Santa Clause' Was A Lot Darker
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Kelly + (Nick Cannon)>Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)I”m a gigolo, spending lot”s a doughYou can tell the way wide-body, sitting on four”sAnd how I”m shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothesAlways surrounded, by so many (HOES!)I”m a gigolo, always on the goEverytime I turn around, I got another showIn the club, hit about three in a rowDrop in the Six, “cause I love them (HO!)Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you downBushes we won”t beat around, bushes we just eat “em nowFeeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and LebaneseHead to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember meJust rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit meI thought you would never leaveYou wanna name meLike A-merieKnow the chain freeze wrist be the same degreesTryna get lil” mami, in that thang of reeseOnly getting in for free, if you came wit meCause I”ma grown man, not B2KIf I need a girlfriend, it won”t be to-dayNo, I”m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my bodyRock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadiMe and Kels on ducati”s, wanna see you drop it shawtyOh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupieMa I”m busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floorMa I”m feeling yo heels, them Christian Dior”sI”m like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe gameBut like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangsLet my hair grow, cause I was looking for a changeShorty call me the Scare Crow, I”m looking for some brainIn “The Wiz”, there it go, here it is, where the showCause through yo dress, I can see yo drawlsSo shorty just shake it, make a round of applauseIf you outta Hypnotic, “nother round at the barAnd when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the carNo, I”m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my bodyRock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadiMe and Kels on ducati”s, wanna see you drop it shawtyOh weee, tryna leave the clubWit a groupie, wit a groupieMami, when we leave the club, leave wit usYou don”t need ya car keys, we gon” fair in the busAnd the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cussSo DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on herThrowback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic DamoneThis the type of … I”m on, not picking up the phoneUnless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coatKnow when to hit, when Nick get in the boothCome through in something new, wit the invisible roofOh the settings on my necklace them invisible too…When we do what we do, we can”t be visible booThe last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call youInitiated first move, shorty that was all youI”m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my bodyRock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadiMe and Kels on ducati”s, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee