Giggs – YOU AIN'T... Lyrics

Giggs – YOU AIN'T... Lyrics
YOU AIN'T...
Giggs
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    "YOU AIN'T...." - Giggs

    Album: BIG BAD...
    Track No: 13
    You ain't got them boxes all done up
    You ain't on the block till the sun up
    You ain't got your Glock for the summer
    And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
    You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
    You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
    You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
    You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)
    Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)
    Business Dean and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
    Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
    **** under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
    Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
    **** under pressure, pressure less appealing (Ah)
    Pussy, ya got left, la, left him squealing (Squealing)
    Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)
    Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)
    I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
    Pussy got the b-b-best is creamin'
    Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it
    You ain't got them boxes all done up
    You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
    You ain't got your Glock for the summer
    And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Ah)
    You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
    You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
    You ain't never rid on no devils
    You ain't with the clique, this is levels
    This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up
    This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up
    Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up
    This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter
    This the butter
    I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger
    I was up in Boxpark with my brother
    Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner
    Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure
    Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
    **** out there smiling like the ch-ch-chess show
    Yeah we call it drops but that's a jumping checker (Ah)
    Take it to a me-me-messy measure
    Man'll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure
    My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
    Yeah, popping off that big bus, double decker (Jheez)
    You ain't got them boxes all done up
    You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
    You ain't got your Glock for the summer
    And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
    You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
    You ain't on the strip with the rebels
    You ain't never rid on no devils
    You ain't with the clique, this is levels

    Writer(s): Giggs & Dakarai Forbes.

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