Lyrics:
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
uninsured like (skkkkkrrr)
Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my dick
Just to build up a rapport (it's embarrassing)
I can tell them man are
On the prowl
Up to no good
Got to find a lover by midnight
On the prowl
Wish that I could
Satisfy my predator nature
Star shine bright
Won't
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club
to the club, yeah fuck it throw a mill
Give a fuck how you feel
And the bass so loud
She want sex money drugs
I just smoke it by the pound
Ash on her waist
Used to give my living room super big lots
In a strip club with some flip-flops
Thought it's the time, baby it's not
Got a lotta windows on my crib,
Shimmy cocoa wha we are leavin town
get your stuff and hurry up, in the car now
(Nelly)
You can find me, in cali drivin my buds
getting our huns gettin in
Late nights in that strip club, mesmerized by your moves (moves)
The way you grind, like you're dancing just for me
Got me hooked, can't forget
named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American
that pack
Fat dope but I got that back
In the strip club with them racks
Ho know that I got that sack
Freddie Kane, baby
I make you do something
(Tarentino)
Took a road trip from The land to the Chi
Hit the strip club ten bands n the sky
A nigga try Looty then ass gone die
Brought my thirty
I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're
try to tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (Where ya bang bra?)
So this song is gonna tell the
(So-called gangsta niggaz who the fuck
Smoking dro, playing on the Xbox
And hanging at the strip club is gonna have to stop
Late
It shoulda came by now
So I'm tryna figure out
Late
What
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang
Check
I'mma do 'em like Big Meech
This strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore
the same hood
You told 'em treat you like you workin'
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front-end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it
the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with
water
Not at all could you find it
But you see I be VIP
Hit the club don't need ID
We stepped in when we leave like three
She came with you but leave with
o'clock in the morning
Felt like a G-strip Club
And I know I ain't right to be deceiving you
And take advantage of the fact that you believe me
Because you
Blue Strip, after Blue Strip, we gon' make it rain
Caught a hater's girl at the club, gotta test my game
You can't get it on your own, boy, you need
shooters'll hunt you down
Slinging a hunnid rounds
Don't make a fucking sound
Shake like a stripper set fire to the strip club
Static out the bimmer shit get
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