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Gemaine - Giddy Up Ft Charlie Heat Lyrics

Intro
[He's heating up]

Chorus
Oh, giddy up
Got enough to fuck the whole city up
Eat so much we ain't got plenty [? 0:15
Finna throw the hundreds and the fifties up
Oh, giddy up
Baby, pull 'em out and get your titties rubbed
When I whip it out, you finna fall in love
When we giddy up, she can't get enough

Verse 1
Do it, do it
It ain't nothin' to it, I was goin' through it
I been goin' dumb, I been goin' stupid
Found a new coupe, yeah, but don't where the roof at, yeah
Workin' with some ass, I'ma throw the cash [Cash
I been sippin' hella fast, but I ain't finna crash [Crash
Got some strong in my glass, [? 0:45] my way to class [Class
Got that paper in the plastic, fuckin' up the bag, yeah
Reverse, flip it right-right
Do you like a DJ, I'm a spin you how I like
Upsidе-down with my tongue inside
You could giddy up, you could ride it all night, yеah, yeah

Chorus
Oh, giddy up
Got enough to fuck the whole city up
Eat so much we ain't got plenty
Finna throw the hundreds and the fifties up
Oh, giddy up
Baby, pull 'em out and get your titties rubbed
When I whip it out, you finna fall in love
When we giddy up, she can't get enough

Verse 2
[Oh, mm-mm
Must be in the league you playin' [Mm-mm
I don't hear the shit you're sayin'
All my money comin' through the speaker, yeah
I'ma run it up 'til my feet hurt, yeah
Have that bitch screamin' "Black Bieber" [Yeah
Put her on the sidelines, can't keep her [Yeah, ooh
Ayy, I'm on my own shit [Ooh
Any time I roll, yeah, I'm gon' hit [Ooh
Whole fifth, fresh out the store with it
You already know the temp, I'm too cold with it, yeah
Workin' with some ass, I'ma throw the cash [Cash
I been sippin' hella fast, but I ain't finna crash [Crash
Baby, I ain't tryna brag, but I ain't doin' bad
I need more than a flash, tryna make it last, uh

Chorus
Oh, giddy up
Got enough to fuck the whole city up
Eat so much we ain't got plenty
Finna throw the hundreds and the fifties up
Oh, giddy up
Baby, pull 'em out and get your titties rubbed
When I whip it out, you finna fall in love
When we giddy up, she can't get enough

Outro
[Oh, mm-mm
[Oh, mm-mm
[Oh, mm-mm]