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gigolo - ryan carter lyrics

[verse – ryan carter]
my chest is empty with no muscles, i’m a clever nerd
the only rapper wearing a comp-ss that you ever heard
autograph from agent fox mulder (blow!)
haters laugh, but don’t know a cup from a gold coaster
ain’t blind, but still i read thick braille
lemme guess… you heard it all from ishmael
do jumping-jacks, on my back, this not an act quack
forgot about the wolfpack, holla back, big time mobsters
awkward, lightin up the dark, chocolate chart toppa
big kiddie bopper, i’m a smart shoppa
bus stop hey!, won a trip to bombay
but who’d a know, there’s two mo’, to texas and to hooter’s yo!
place your bets, double, stay, or hit em?
women spit the venom, say they got a lot of baggage with ’em
i let my rhythm hit ’em, i’m stronger in my singing voice
we makes the joints, that makes their legs drippin moist
man, please. the stage is full of vigilantes
from the age of toddlers on up to the grannies
they banned me from dough rakes, caddy
act like a schoolgirl on my break, patty cake, patty cake…
headache, big gillian anderson fan
i’d run up to her bodyguard, hit him once an’ shake her hand
on some ol’ “thank ya ma’am”, riposte her
i would stuff her holster, if she signs my poster
a whole host of tv insiders
not enough blacks (racist!)
eat my ear wax (tangy!)
i’m too hot to handle, election day making scandals
i got ya, with wax dripping from this candle
can’t stand still, rolling downhill
donate to goodwill, work in a steel mill, go to brazil
coast to coast my flows, bunker hill
not supposed to drive through beverly hills
no pride, singing taylor swift on main street
deep-fried, eating bubble gum off the concrete
told ya, more kids than brad pitt
as they get older, i forge up a work permit
this is it! make no mistakes
my last alb-m bro…
gigolo, gigolo

bahaa beats and my rhymes attack
a scary pact
who ya wit? like the great bernie mac
wait ’til you see me live in savannah
my singing k!lls h-ts like “alfonso soriano” {singing voice}
your momma told me
blast her with dna and scream yatzee!
not to be c-mbersome
but i was out of ammo son
my b-lls were also numb
i had a wet dream..
gotta change the bedding
eat egg cream..
she let me stick the head in

- ryan carter lyrics

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