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    Ginuwine / Lyrics

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    "Hell Yeah/In Those Jeans (Interlude)" Lyrics

    Ginuwine feat. Baby

    Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
    Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
    Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
    Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
    Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
    24s like hell, yeah
    Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
    Up and down like hell, yeah

    So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
    So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight

    Well, it's that pimp talk that ain't that pimp walk
    It's big pimpin' over here, player, that just started

    See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums
    Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun
    Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
    Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun

    I'm sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
    Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
    Up in the club with my hands in the air
    There's so much shit in the atmosphere
    So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
    And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere

    I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys takin' pics
    They be in the VIP with lots of chicks
    I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a pick

    G and Big Tymers together, that's what I'm talkin'


    So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
    Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
    Any more room for me in those jeans
    Uh-huh, uh-huh
    We got so many rooms in the Swiss like we were Swiss
    Mami, givin' me head like she's a brain boner
    A pool party in my crib at the Daytona
    Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh

    Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
    It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
    Say mami, you look good, mami, you're so fly
    You need a D-Boy, come over here and get super fly


    Said we love them cars and we love them chicks
    And we love them parties and we love that Cris'
    And we love them houses and we love that ice
    And when we rollin' through your hood we love to shoot
    That dice

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Marvin Selmon, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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