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    "Hell Yeah[Remix]" Lyrics

    Ginuwine feat. Clipse, R. Kelly and Baby

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    Hell Yeah (Remix)

    Woah its the remix
    Woah its the remix
    Woah its the remix
    Woah Genuine

    Chitti Chitti bang bang boom like a pow
    Everybody up in the club gettin wild
    Drinks everywhere the crowd is real loud
    Looks like we gonna be here for a while
    I'm so drunk I'm droolin at the mouth
    Tryin to get somebody to take me to my house
    Where my car keys at and where my money at
    I'm gonna follow ya'll to the ah where the honies are at
    Cgimme so cheese eggs steaks and grits
    And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse
    Your a ooo ooo ooo
    Look out for the po po
    Smokin on the dro dro
    In those Air force ones and all white band new tees
    Plus I got these 2 hunnies tryin juke on me
    You've got the ignition and girl I got the key
    It's the pide piper so people follow me

    So fresh so fly so sweet so polite
    So much to many (Cause we ridin tonight)
    And its that pimp talk, that pimp walk
    It's big pimpin over here playa ya just start
    See we're fresh with air one's Lexus and big drums
    White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty kris, big fun
    Ma, you worry none the minks come with the guns
    The prada the Gucci it's all in the bird fun
    I'm sittin in mt truck, stakin the club out
    Kill this last sip and go 'n' wild the F*** out
    I walk up in the club with my hands in the air
    There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
    So girl quit frontin and get you A** over here
    Get yourself a cup of this cran and belvedere
    I'm all off in the corner with honies taking flicks
    Baby in VIP cut and a pic
    G and big tymers together thats a hit

    Have you ever seen a thug in a club with the bottle turned ip head bobbin like hell yeah
    Have you ever seen a chic in the club with a drink in her cup, booty shakin like hell yeah
    Have you seen the Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club - 24s like hell yeah
    Have you ever seen 20,000 strong with their hands in the air- up and down
    like hell yeah I'm in the club with it on me Homey
    And Homey you dont know me. I dont want it I just want to find a roney to go home with
    Not hold the phone with
    Spend money on it chick I'm on gotta have her own S***
    And no Im never lonley
    Or alone without that chrome
    And I only keep it on me just in case we dont click
    Dont confuse the club atmosphere
    We're strapped in here
    And just might explain malisses mack affair

    55 thousand Prada pink wrist
    2 Years ago N**** never pictured this
    raise up the kris watch the bottle shake up
    Rollie like it was dipped in froundation makeup
    Nah ma this is not your jacob
    This is what you call presidential cake up
    Shake your money maker
    Til tyhe night break up
    Then be on your way soon as you a** wake up

    [Chorus 2x]
    Woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo it's the remix, woo its the remix
    Cash money ya, Its The Clipse ya, Its Ginuwine ya. The Pide Piper ya'll
    Cash Money ya, it's The Clipse ya, It's Ginuwine ya, The Pipe Piper ya
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robert S Kelly, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Gene Thornton Jr, Brian Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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