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Michael Garrett Rice

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Oh, shit

Just another Wednesday night, we chillin' lonely
Ain't got no one at home to bone me
So me and my homies, we rollin' slowly
To a place with a pole solely
That employs single moms only
Hop in the whip and take a sip
Of the liquid courage potion
Now in motion to complete the notion of
Gettin' some digits from the big booty bitches
Yeah, we rollin' out the door
I packed a fat stack of George in my pocket
Next to my wallet, I got the cash and more
To throw a dumb whores
Slappin' that clam all over the dance floor
Feelin' so alive as we arrive
To a magical establishment
Full of sadness and bent-over booty madness
Shakin' big asses wherever that cash is

In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
They pretend to be your friend
So you shove a twenty dollar bill in their hind-end
In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
If you don't got any money
All the honeys, they look at ya funny

Creepy lonely guys with new strains of pink eye
Feelin' fly but inside they wanna cry
Cause they don't get any chicks in their pad
And they're tired of chokin' the chicken
So they walk in the place
Lookin' to spice it up
Get a butthole in they face
We came to see ass and titties
Now I got a bulge in my pants
That's so itty bitty
It's shitty
I got that chub
And it ain't gonna end with love
If that's what you're after, don't bother
Just go down the street
To the Thai Massage Parlor
But here you are
So pay for your dance
Here's your chance
To put away the tissues
Get with the stripper with some daddy issues
And even if it's used
It's what's gonna fix you

In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
They pretend to be your friend
So you shove a twenty dollar bill in their hind-end
In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
If you don't got any money
All the honeys, they look at ya funny

Now she's sittin' on your front pocket
Tryin' to feel with her lips
The thickness of your wallet
She's tryna rob it
But you ain't got it
Cause all the honeys is after your money
Enjoy it while you can
Twelve seconds later
And on to the next man
Yeah, burn another twenty dollars
It ain't makin' em holler
You gotta spend it like a real baller
You gotta have enough cash
If ya think that you're gettin' some of that ass
If not, you're gettin' passed
Like a fat jay
You ain't gettin' shit if you can't pay
No more cash flow
We're walkin' out real sad and real slow
And now we know
What a waste of dough
And here we go
Back home again
All alone with no hoes

In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
They pretend to be your friend
So you shove a twenty dollar bill in their hind end
In the Gentleman's Club
No trace of finding true love
If you don't got any money
All the honeys, they look at you funny

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