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This ain't no love ballad (love ballad) Or romance song This a dance song for you can get yo dance on It's hard to keep my pants on when I'm giggin' And when I'm giggin' it look like I'm diggin' I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd I'm on Hennessey rappin' every line every word I dust myself off Like I stoled thurr Skinny nigga giggin' wit no shirt I get chauffer so I can passenger gig Get the chips and don't trip off her mask and her wig So that's why I'm askin' her this Can you do the thing? Can you really do the dew and pursue the green? I ask her who the king She tell me I'm is (nothin' but the hook) It's almost time kid I'm trynna see some grindin' Can you dig? (come on) Yeah you fine bitch but can you gig? Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') It's Mr. Fab, baby, or F-Fado I'm from the Bay, bro, and I don't play hoe I'm deep cup, like my nigga Fable How do the frolly goes, then get my wave on How do the two step, one leg shuffle With my bag on my shoulder, yeah, it's a duffle This'll wiggle in any place Then throw my T's up, right in your face Do the bird man, I know you heard, man Do the Urkel A.K.A the nerd dance Do the geek geek Then the tweek tweek Do the yellow breast and yell out Beep Beep Who we tweaking Who we dizzy What he doing Man he hit me What's hitting it You ain't hit it Who he dumb That nigga just gigging Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? (Girl) Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? (Girl) Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Her rap is still hustle like a renegade Plus I got that juice, I'm on my Minute Maid I emerged from practice like a centipede On them swords like a goose, high terminate Okay, but right now, I'm giggin' Fuckin' off my high with this drunk bitch Dizzin', ooh Bitch, get out the way My mom's tuned up, bitch, get out my face I don't dance, I do my body like this (like this) I'm only nigga, I don't pop shit Dress shaking on 'em lightweight, two-steppin' LRG Sackin' 'cause the kid told the hell he wet The ghost sent me, nigga, to the fair Fresh like Douglas, tryna leave with some new hair Lil' mama diggin', got a booty on my zipper Bend it over, make you clap for a nigga Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin') Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig (eeew she giggin') Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig (eeew he giggin')
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