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Giggs - Hoochies Lyrics
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(Certified Bangers)

Hoochie section, Gucci flexing (flex)
In the mirror Hollowman that true reflection
Yeah, you can't trust these bitches in here, use protection
Yeah, but they sexy so, f*ck it, you should sex them (yeah)
Sushi fest, sushi flexing
Pussy good, raw fish, coochie testing
Yeah, hoochie mama asking me these goofy questions
True she's blessed, coochie blessings

Ghost for like half the day
Splash, she's hosting a fountain
Yeah, toast and the marmalade
Yeah, house in the mountains
Yeah, I toast to a calmer day
Still had to roast my accountant
And most of them barber yutes hate
Most of them doubting
Yeah, most of them barber shop whack
Most of them jokers (jokers)
Yeah, I called them the barber shop yutes
'Cause most of them loafers (yeah)
Yeah, I rope in the calmest guap
Still most of them hopeless
Swag down to my Prada socks
What chill? Under my loafers
Most of them parmesan cheese
Take them in doses (cheesy)
Yeah, got all the answer yutes
Most of them coaches
Yeah, burn up the cockroach
Yeah, burn up the roaches
Just dropped off my baby mums
Then just hail up the broskis

I don't care about awards like that
Man's been broke with some trophies
You don't care about the cause like that
So shout the Rashid's and the Posty's
Food on the end of my fork like that
Just tasting tender, I'm cosy
Just made hundreds of thousands
Just spend ten on some Dolce
Just got an M on a low key
Mixed up Thor and a Loki
Splash some Captain America
Hulk, in the jungle I'm Mowgli

Them are some phoney riders
All them are baloney
Don't care about expensive watches
Just blend with the Rollie
Yeah, man used to hold that block down
MAC 10 in a Stoney
Put don in a coma
Just man and a homie
You thinking it's football
Let them be the goalie

Groupie sex, groupie session
Block that bitch, sorry babes got no reception
Try connect but you won't get no connection
Won't be texting so don't come in man's direction
Stupid sket, this dude from Peckham
Won't be made a fool of, straight up learnt his lesson
Man's too smart, won't be facing no depression
'Cause first she's straight, then she's lesbian

Yeah, that's looking rather nice, greedy G's gotta have it
Yeah, they're cartoons in real life, neeky, straight Roger Rabbit
Yeah, just got a car to drive, but got a driver, G's living lavish
And I just got to carve this pie, easy, G's got the package
Yeah, Giggs live the father life, Israel, he's looking massive
Whoa, straight gone Jafar on guys, easy or you'll get the magic
Yeah, my name's looking hard in lights
You're measly, not easy to manage
Yeah, and G's got the carbon dioxide, he's doing damage

Exclusive flex, burn and abuse it
Turn up the, turn up the music
Beat murderer, murder it stupid
Eat up the whole thing, then serve him a tooth pick
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(Certified Bangers)

Hoochie section, Gucci flexing (flex)
In the mirror Hollowman that true reflection
Yeah, you can't trust these bitches in here, use protection
Yeah, but they sexy so, f*ck it, you should sex them (yeah)
Sushi fest, sushi flexing
Pussy good, raw fish, coochie testing
Yeah, hoochie mama asking me these goofy questions
True she's blessed, coochie blessings

Ghost for like half the day
Splash, she's hosting a fountain
Yeah, toast and the marmalade
Yeah, house in the mountains
Yeah, I toast to a calmer day
Still had to roast my accountant
And most of them barber yutes hate
Most of them doubting
Yeah, most of them barber shop whack
Most of them jokers (jokers)
Yeah, I called them the barber shop yutes
'Cause most of them loafers (yeah)
Yeah, I rope in the calmest guap
Still most of them hopeless
Swag down to my Prada socks
What chill? Under my loafers
Most of them parmesan cheese
Take them in doses (cheesy)
Yeah, got all the answer yutes
Most of them coaches
Yeah, burn up the cockroach
Yeah, burn up the roaches
Just dropped off my baby mums
Then just hail up the broskis

I don't care about awards like that
Man's been broke with some trophies
You don't care about the cause like that
So shout the Rashid's and the Posty's
Food on the end of my fork like that
Just tasting tender, I'm cosy
Just made hundreds of thousands
Just spend ten on some Dolce
Just got an M on a low key
Mixed up Thor and a Loki
Splash some Captain America
Hulk, in the jungle I'm Mowgli

Them are some phoney riders
All them are baloney
Don't care about expensive watches
Just blend with the Rollie
Yeah, man used to hold that block down
MAC 10 in a Stoney
Put don in a coma
Just man and a homie
You thinking it's football
Let them be the goalie

Groupie sex, groupie session
Block that bitch, sorry babes got no reception
Try connect but you won't get no connection
Won't be texting so don't come in man's direction
Stupid sket, this dude from Peckham
Won't be made a fool of, straight up learnt his lesson
Man's too smart, won't be facing no depression
'Cause first she's straight, then she's lesbian

Yeah, that's looking rather nice, greedy G's gotta have it
Yeah, they're cartoons in real life, neeky, straight Roger Rabbit
Yeah, just got a car to drive, but got a driver, G's living lavish
And I just got to carve this pie, easy, G's got the package
Yeah, Giggs live the father life, Israel, he's looking massive
Whoa, straight gone Jafar on guys, easy or you'll get the magic
Yeah, my name's looking hard in lights
You're measly, not easy to manage
Yeah, and G's got the carbon dioxide, he's doing damage

Exclusive flex, burn and abuse it
Turn up the, turn up the music
Beat murderer, murder it stupid
Eat up the whole thing, then serve him a tooth pick
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Writer: Jason Neville Thompson, Shajon Miah, Kaywan Qazzaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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