Giggs You Ain T Lyrics
YOU AIN'T... by Giggs
[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
[Verse 1]
Wishing genie disappear, the whips houdini (Yeah)
[?], get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
[?] left, left them squealing
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling
Said she wants a se-se-sexual healing
I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Leave it to the le-le-left and lean it
[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
[Verse 2]
Mr. Cutter, Cu-cu-, Mr. Cutter
This the shut your mouth yeah, this the shutter
Brixton cutter, cu-cu, Brixton cutter (Yeah)
Mr. Gully, Cu-cu-, this the Gutter
Mr. Butter
I was there with Rocks, Clart, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)
I was up in Boxpark with my brother
Yeah, it was me, Rocks, Clart, flippin' Gunner
Pressure, pressure
Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
Niggas [?] smilin' like the [?]
Yeah we call it [?] but that's a jumpy checker (Umm)
Take it to a me-me-messy measure
Manna get the fli-fli-flippin' treasure
My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
Yeah, boppin' off that big buss double decker
[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
You ain't on the strip with the rebels
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
[Verse 1]
Wishing genie disappear, the whips houdini (Yeah)
[?], get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
[?] left, left them squealing
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling
Said she wants a se-se-sexual healing
I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Leave it to the le-le-left and lean it
[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
[Verse 2]
Mr. Cutter, Cu-cu-, Mr. Cutter
This the shut your mouth yeah, this the shutter
Brixton cutter, cu-cu, Brixton cutter (Yeah)
Mr. Gully, Cu-cu-, this the Gutter
Mr. Butter
I was there with Rocks, Clart, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)
I was up in Boxpark with my brother
Yeah, it was me, Rocks, Clart, flippin' Gunner
Pressure, pressure
Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
Niggas [?] smilin' like the [?]
Yeah we call it [?] but that's a jumpy checker (Umm)
Take it to a me-me-messy measure
Manna get the fli-fli-flippin' treasure
My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
Yeah, boppin' off that big buss double decker
[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
You ain't on the strip with the rebels
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels