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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!)

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]

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]

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]