Ginger Snap by GINGA FLAME
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Ginger Snap is a song by the Ginger rapper GINGA FLAME ( known to some as LIL GINGA ).  Ginger Snap the song, and Ginger Snap the music video, are BY Gingers, FOR Gingers. The song and video are about the use of Ginger stereotypes.  Some we make, and some we brake.  But those who offend us, don’t know we defend us, so those who attack, will make a Ginger Snap back. Welp, all more I can say is, THE ERA OF GINGER HAS BEGUN! So, Enjoy (and stay sexy) ;)


CREDITS
PRODUCER: GINGA
DIRECTOR: Roger Artola / GINGA
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: Roger Artola  /  GINGA (minimal)
ASSISTANT CAMERA: Ivan Torres
PRODUCTION ASSISTANT: Megan Rach  /  Sean Crom  /  Kirsten Crom
GAFFER: Roger Artola
EDITOR: Mladen Babic  /  GINGA
COLORIST: Hugo S. / Trevor Durtschi (Color By Gloss) / GINGA
VFX: GINGA / Jude N.
BEHIND THE SCENES: Sean Crom / Andrea Wilkinson / Kiana Crom / Michelle Cooper / Kirsten Crom
CAST: GINGA / Amy Volker  /  Brianne Buishas  /  Rachael Hall / Aramis Merlin  /  Bryan Mittelstadt  /  Mikklo Luciano / Cannoli (dog)


LYRICS
I had to give it to the ginger bro he was lit!
(ahahahaha yes hold up ginga flameee ooo)

Aye Aye Aye
Y’all got me hot
I’m on fire like my tinder (aoo)
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 name 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 (aoo)
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

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)

#gingaflame #gingersnap #ginga

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