Lyrics:
It's gospel night at the strip club, I've been sleepin' in my car
I lead the singin' service with a half-ass tuned guitar
And Brandy's singin'
rock loud
Lurking shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud
I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club
Ladies Love, the man you dream of
[Chorus]
a loop through
Loopholes, why they treat me so bad, Club Nouveau, damn
The times we livin' in is crucial
This my Tom Cruise flow, top gun, they too slow
ain't an ordinary Merc', it's Maybach on my truck
Go shoppin' when we land, stop packin' your stuff
I'm too nasty, eat your pussy straight after
Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub
It was a special project for his four-H club
But it broke loose out in the middle of the night
want to grow up to be just like me?
I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D.
Now don't you want to grow up to be just like me?
Me and Marcus Allen
eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry, I'm gone
Yeah, fully loaded with it
To the ceilin' with it
More money than you ever seen, nigga
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor gets snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's
He like to He like to eat out the panties
He said it He said it taste like candy
He said put it in his mouth let it vanish
Tongue twisted got him
me in this club making wedding plans
If I take pictures while you do your dance
I can make you famous on Instagram
Hot damn it
Your booty like two
how she eat
Them fuck niggas she know they fake
I'm in the club get to flip my plates
My lil' niggas gonna set me straight
My lil' niggas gonna set me
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
the black Jack Tripper
20 Cripper, 10-to-1 I flip her
Got the hook-up on the birds
And the motherfuckin' zippers (Nigga)
Go to the club with my thugs, sell
I'll never beat it
Satisfaction guaranteed it, twice as hard if you eat it
My style's comedic, but in the bed ain't nuttin funny
I'm bustin your
(Uh)
Body on body uh
Love nobody uh
Baby on baby uh
Club going crazy
I'm getting lit tonight really
Need a bitch tonight really
I might flip tonight
It's a dog eat dog competition (no doubt)
I'll be gone like you're wishin' (and I'm out)
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're
And make you scream
How many does it take
before your calling my name and squeezing on me
Girl your body's so right
And when you walk by
You Got the club
cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some
Came from the bottom, I had nothing
I couldn't even eat
This pretend to see what I done seen
Remember all them cold nights
Now I'm on my feet
leggings
Cause you know my every fetish
And what I love to eat for breakfast
And it damn well eggs it ain't
Even on the nobody's checklist bUT MINE
I'll be
a legion of doom cramped up in the womb
And started teething the day I heard a beat
Let's eat
Yeah, Top Dawg E-N T
And it's 187 on a muthafuckin' beat
Yeah,
icy
We we poppin' bottles
Showin' thug love
If you act up in the club
Then you know we throwin' hollows
What it do partna'
Get to close I spark ya
something to eat
But every day you find yourself getting beat
He gets your money and you run across the street don't look both ways
'Cause he's in
that light
Light off in that spot, knowin' that we could rock
Doin' the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze"
We makin'
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