Gigolo lyrics

Artist  : Nick Cannon 
Song : Gigolo



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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

Peep 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

Jump 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

Head to her knees, please if you ever need a
bachelor From Ebony

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

Naw, 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

Oh 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

Naw, 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]

Mama, 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! Vic 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 in ya
code

Know its to hit, when Nick get in the booth

Come through in something new, wit an invisible
roof

Oh the settin's on my necklace them 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]