Lyrics Giggin' - Inno

She likes the way I gig, She be giggin too
Her body's so for real, like Amel Larrieux
She brought her little crew, I brought my nias too
She giggin like she want it,
In my mind, I'm thinking she can get it too
We start giggin, she's palpitating, Here's a napkin, your salivating
We got em hating, because we're sipping spades
We the hottest and we're shining, slip on your shades
Still couldn't block me, nor could you stop me
You hating on this nia like you kick it with the Nazis
No paparazzi shots but she's posing
With nothing in her hands understand she's holding
Now she got me open like a jar of mayo
Her body's calling me and I don't think that I can say no
But every-time i'm giggin its the other way around
So when im feeling like a G, check how it goes down

Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G, Gi Gi Gi Gi Gi.Giggin like a G
I be Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G
All them dope boys trying to gig like me because I be
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin,
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig'

I'm a commodity, who in here is hot as me?
I'm giggin in this bitch like I won the swagger lottery
That's how its got to be, you want to talk to me
I'm bilingual, I hope you speak guaponese
Go head and Sa Da Tay, like Pooty Tang
I'm in the V.I.P. Watching short do her thing
With the dope boys in the back of the vacinity
I Phillip Banks (Fill Up Banks), I'm looking for me a Hillary
She come and get with me so I can turn her to a gangstress
Pretty swank miss that I can go and break the bank with
If you on that stank sh*t, you need to freshen up
And do like Nikki told you, go ahead and step it up
I'm ballin on you nias, feeling like i'm number 2-4
In the coupe low, where'd the muther f*cking roof go?
Imma throw the deuce, get your bi*ch a sip of Goose
Watch how she gigs when she finally gets loose

Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G, Gi Gi Gi Gi Gi.Giggin like a G
I be Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G
All them dope boys trying to gig like me because I be
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin,
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig'

Time to shut them down, order another round
Because by the end of the night believe I'm cutting something down
Like a lumber Jack, I just jump in front of that
Slipping on a rubber hat, to avoid the thunder clap
This is for them D-Boys, this is for them Swank Chicks
All up in the post going hard in the paint chicks
Got them in the Matrix, feeling like me
But I bet that they ain't giggin, gi, giggin it like me

Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G, Gi Gi Gi Gi Gi.Giggin like a G
I be Giggin like a G, Giggin like a G
All them dope boys trying to gig like me because I be
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin,
Gig, gig Giggin, Gig, gig Giggin, Gig'