CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Giggity

Damn
Smells like ass

Gig-Gig-Giggity
I’m Yosemite
Sam with the motherf**kin' blow and Hennessey (What)
Mix a lil' bit of crack and ketamine
C-C-Call that sh*t my grandma’s recipe (Ayy)
f**k yo' b*t*h she off methamphetamine
I’m Bill Nye 'cause I got that chemistry (Boom)
Gig-Gig-Giggity, yo' b*t*h into me
She gon' suck and swallow my mini-mes (Uh)
Damn, yo' misses off the xans (Ah)
With that hoe, I be always off the f**king Xans (Uh)
N-N-Now I’m f**king on that b*t*h in a mini van (f**k)

Ah, ah, what
Ha, hoe, ha, hoe
Uh, b*t*h
Ah, ayy

West Coast hoes got they pu**y creamed vanilla, oh
And we finna catch a case
From poppin' choppas in a rib or mo' (Mo')
n***as self affixiating, b*t*hes keep 'em hangin' on (Ah)
And this chopper hits his brain
He do a spin just likе a chicken, oh
Gig-Gig-Giggity (What like)
She all into mе (Yeah, ooh)
Gig-Gig-Giggity (Hello, hi)
Snort amphetamines
Long lines
Centipede
Gig-Gig-Giggity (Ayy)
Turn yo' mans to John F. Kennedy (Uh)
Gig-Gig-Giggity (Uh)
Spit that b*t*h, spit on me catchy (Uh)
Giggity, Giggity
I’m like Sam Yosemite (Ha)
On the back of a balcony
I’m doing lines with celebrities (Woah)
Bit-Bit-Bit-b*t*hes pushing they crack
And I ain’t talking felonies
Put a bell on her back
Just to hear some melody (Ring)
Like ay caramba
Take part, you can’t stay (Yuh)
Raise the murder rate
I’m finna skip yo' day (Boom)
I’ma skim a lil' n***a
Then I finna hit his bae (Oh, yeah)
I’ma tell her time for dinner
Then I shove it in her face (Uh)