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30 for 30 - gigi lyrics

[intro]
(gigi ! grrah!)

[verse 1]
yo, look: i ain’t the type to gossip, i’m the one they talk about
came up on that pressure, had to find another route
they callin’ my phone beep*beep, wantin’ all the clout
but i’m too busy countin’ racks and blowin’ that smoke out
my waist small, my pockets fat, and yeah, my mouth is sl!ck (woo!)
got my nails done, got my cash up, ain’t gotta choose a l!ck
they mad ’cause i’m the problem, i’m the one who runs the trick
real atlien, watch me spin, you know i don’t miss quick

[chorus]
pull up on the scene, yeah, they know me—gigi, i’m the one
diamonds dancin’ on my neck, shinin’ brighter than the sun
who that? oh, you a opp? better move, bеtter run
this ain’t hollywood, baby, this is where thе real work done
i’m the badass ratchet, yeah, the one your man wants near
keep my circle tight, baby, only winners in the sphere
if you ain’t talkin’ money, then you best not lend an ear
a*town to the d, you can’t touch what i got here

[verse 2]
from the west end to the north, yeah, i been everywhere, shawty
hittin’ lennox, not for shoppin’, stackin’ paper, don’t be tardy (facts)
i don’t do no handouts, used to eat ramen and hardy
now it’s truffle pasta, expensive liquor at the party
they talkin’ like they know me, but they only see the flash
yeah, i’m fly like i’m delta, i just flew right past your trash
got that southern heat, ain’t scared to make a quick dash
try to play me, get put out, send you straight to the recycle bin/ash
keep a pretty face, but my demeanor is stone cold
i’m the new queen of the south, the story that must be told
[chorus]
pull up on the scene, yeah, they know me—gigi, i’m the one
diamonds dancin’ on my neck, shinin’ brighter than the sun
who that? oh, you a opp? better move, better run
this ain’t hollywood, baby, this is where the real work done
i’m the badass ratchet, yeah, the one your man wants near
keep my circle tight, baby, only winners in the sphere
if you ain’t talkin’ money, then you best not lend an ear
a*town to the d, you can’t touch what i got here

[verse 3]
you talkin’ real sl!ck, but where the proof at? show the receipts!
your little hustle lookin’ broke, mine is takin’ over the streets
they see my body and get thirsty, wanna know where the heat meets
i’m sophisticated ratchet, i only talk to the elites
i leveled up my money, yeah, i dropped the whole old crew
’cause when the real money called, they didn’t know what to do
yeah, i’m the pretty baddie, but i’m still drillin’ and i’m true
i set the standard, baby girl, you just tryin’ to catch the view
shout out to the city where the peaches grow sweet (georgia)
but my attitude got metal, if you playin’ you gon’ meet defeat
i’m the main character, every single time we link up
better hold your man close, ‘fore he tryna come and sip up
from my fountain, baby—yeah, i’m the one they need to drink up! (gigi!)

- gigi lyrics

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