Lyrics:
you baby
Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team, oh
If you're horny lets do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting, come and jump
Shorty wanna ride it ginuwine, pony
Scooped her by the bar standin by her lonely
She said she said already know me tho
Watching my old videos
It?s be do you feel the pressure yet?
I?m MJ with three seconds left
Yesss!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ginuwine]
It?s pressure and I know you feel it
Got you
It?s be do you feel the pressure yet?
I?m MJ with three seconds left
Yesss!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ginuwine]
It?s pressure and I know you feel it
Got you
y'all
Say right by my side be'cause y'all I am Ginuwine,
And I will neva change (Ginuwine) I made be the same ol' G (made the same)
Be'cause this is is
[Baby]
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun
[Ginuwine]
I'm sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club
I'm so Ginuwine with it, I'm the Same Ol' G
I be gettin' it by the loaf
I be gettin' it by the bun
I be gettin' it by the slice
I be gettin' it by
Blame it all on my habits but
They don't see what you see in me
The competiton like me and me
Even Ginuwine couldn't see a g
Plenty wine give me plenty
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get smokin' in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say?
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay
We ridin' through
diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it 'cause a nigga cook like
Mc smalley yeah dats ma name, Guna go by the flow
Guna play the game, guna roll the dice once or twice
Pushin an a feelin nice, u got me, u got me
wrap it up we should be friends
Don't get too attached, we just linking
I'm Guna wrap it up, wrap it up
So you can back it up, back it up
You thought you
What do they know that I don’t know
We can chill with some ginuwine
Girl you fine, drink a glass of wine
You a dime, right hand on your thigh
Can I be
house only
Put it on your body
Never leave you lonely lonely lonely
Told her put some Ginuwine and ride it like a pony
Won't you dance up on me
Put it
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
chill
Seen a killa on the stand saying yeah he did it
It broke my heart i use to idolize that b***h for a minute
Screaming f**k the world but what we
(Whew)
Beats I gotta wreck while all my hoes be on the DLow
Put they ass to dust just like some Keef but no Faneto
Yeah and they affected by my growth so
lick the blade clean
Classy little lady but a freak down deep
Angel in her eyes devil with the mouthpiece
There ain't no medicine that guna be fixin what
getting Closer
What
I said I'm guna be richer than Oprah
Winfrey
Breakfast at Tiffany's with mimosas
Yes please
Rising to the top like I said it's getting
(Oh)
Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex
In your earhole, whoo!
Drop a bomb to this, what?
Let's do this, listen
Saw her in the club
As she was about
and ring
My Rolex watch it got 50 carat
It could be QC or even maybe it's me
It could be that 4 hour flight, shopping in Beverly
What's on your mind?
I'm not
right, while I'm bendin' curves in his 'Lac right
What was he thinkin' in thinkin'
He must be out his mind
Gotta be prankin' and stankin'
Crooked
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's
Oh
Oh ma how you be
Oh boo it's something bout cha I just wanna know
And it's up to me
To give it to you till you just can't get enough
Uh
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