I had to give it to the ginger bro he was lit!
(Ahahahaha yes hold up GINGA FLAME ooo)
Aye Aye Aye
Y′all got me hot
I'm on fire like my tinder (ooo)
Man you hecka bitter I′m a ginger (aye)
Ladies fall in love, timber
Hold up we evolve, we on the block, call us cinders
Shut yo trap
You don't wanna make us mad
Why you messing with the fam
Imma make you understand
That's a fact
It′s a wrap
Man it′s time to clap back
We gone bake you like a snack
You don't wanna make a, ginger snap
Yeah I′m a ginger, I'm a little minority
But I walk around with so much authority
All y′all same thang, same lame rappers are boring me
Yo momma want my fire balls like girls in sororities (i'm hot)
Skin cancer, R.I.P. the family tree
But we excessively dope for having recessive genes (genes)
Yo girl sick of you, you a virus
But her mouth all over me
Man I think I gave her ginger-vitus (ahlahhla)
I don′t needa cuss like y'all to be wild (nope)
I'm more lit then my hair and it′s on fire (on fire)
Lil red but not a blood and not a child
I′m a grown up man, I got orange hairs on my inner thighs (wooo)
Does the carpet match the drapes? Heck yes!
Fire crotch, only thing that means is I got fire sex (rangadang)
But I ain't no hoe I keep my standards high
And I ain′t never been high
But I reach heights like Shawn White (yessir)
And I ain't never drank before
Except for ginger ale, ginger tea
And ginger spice soup out of my ginger bread bowl
I try to be nice but I gotta fat temper
Hide yo girl cuz I move quick like a fast leopard
Hot!
I′m on fire like my tinder (ooo)
Man you hecka bitter I'm a ginger (aye)
Ladies fall in love, (yuh) timber
Hold up we evolve, we on the block, call us cinders
Shut yo trap
You don′t wanna make us mad
Why you messing with the fam
Imma make you understand
That's a fact
It's a wrap
Man it′s time to clap back
We gone bake you like a snack
You don′t wanna make a, ginger snap
I don't needa sell my soul ′cause I don't have one
Hecka freckles on my body you can have one
And I ain′t no nerd like you think I am
I just stay fly, and get Wendy's, like I′m Peter Pan (oh yes)
Am I talking quiet? Turn the music up!
They say I'm hecka violent
But I'm white and I ain′t shoot it up (brdddrrah)
Yeah I get my hair cut at super cuts
But Im gettin girls even when my red roosters up (oh ow ow yeah sexy)
Ooo
Orange hair like a tangerine
But I keep it lit, booties bouncing like a trampoline (up and down)
Yeah
In middle school there was no back for me
But now I′m moving cheeks like that song
Uh, I think it's called the dancing queen (shake it)
I don′t fit the stereotype
Except at the beach you should
Wear glasses or close your eyes (aye yuh)
Is my future bright or my skin bright? (both)
Am I a light skin or is my skin light? (i'm a star)
Be mean imma laugh then it′s my turn
Imma roast you like a 3rd degree sunburn
I ain't rep nothin but I′m connected in my city
I stay protected like some SPF 150 (150)
Now Hold up hold up hold up
What up my Ginga's!
They know we hot, like spicy fried chicken
Why they always talk, like we not, litty, homie really?
You sound silly, but not, like my Ginga, Ginger Billy
They just mad that, we blowing like a, hazmat
We got 'em twitchin′, like my Ginga, Tim The Tatman
Yo It′s a wrap
Man it's time to clap back
We gone bake you like a snack
You don′t wanna make a, ginger snap
People sing behind your back like Ed Sheeran or JP Saxe (what)
You ain't JP sears or carrot top you don′t make me laugh (aha)
Why you quiet now you ain't taste testing with Life With Mak
(Mhla mhla mhla)
You ain′t Andy Dalton or Carson Wentz you don't get a pass (rookie)
Your girl in a bikini she want a ring like Scalabrine (champ)
I always get the hot girls like prince Harry or Ron Weasley (hermione)
See me turnin' into Chucky when I′m heated like Tabasco (spicy)
Trouble maker call me Sheamus or Woim from Little Rascals (woah)
Why gingers always bullies in the movies (movies)
Gingers in real life are the most bullied students (student)
Gingers hit me up if you ever got ginger problems (yup)
I′m the ginger Chegg 'cause I′m always there to solve em (got you)
Day Walking, biting necks and cashin' checks
My fit clean, but ladies calling me dirty red
Look We′re just looking for respect in this damn life
But we don't get it like a tan line
