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