Lyrics:
Bent my knees and shackled my neck
Tattooed her name on my lips
Pulled back the devil but he slips through the cracks
He grips, he strips, he’s
stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got
Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef
(look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)
Flatbush Sweater, Queens get the money
Sticking to the strip, ain't
A damn thing funny, hoe
Stick
on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin' alive was no jive
Standin' on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
them bricks
[Chorus]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip [repeat 2 lines 3X]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24
leather
I fell like I hit my lil kid's inhaler
Franklin, Benjamins, cakes, Entenmann's
Thirsty like Howell trappin' with Gilligan
Never could mimic him,
to paper, better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard, leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a digit
Even if
più in strada che a casa
Sul mio display (brr), la tua bitch fa lo strip per le tips, ayy (mwah)
Niente kiss, la sua pussy è una cheesecake
Vuole il
tall on 24's, spittin' game right to the hoes
My windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My hoe painted whit on white, inside leather
Walking the streets
I've got a feelin'
It's leather tough,
You'd better believe it
Waking up late
Asleep in the gutter
Breakin' the chains
You'd
Where i lived bullet proof vest up in Zeta's crib
I was really on that strip ducking bullets from a snug nose clip
For every ghetto round di world flash
the shades
We hit the raves
We make it rain
Major gains
We getting paid
Making waves
Shit insane
V10 tearing up that strip
There ain't no cops in the block
a diss, boy
It's YG, AKA Chin Checker
Four hundred worth fifty million, I'm a rich stepper
Whoa, I might pop out in some leather
Or in some Dickies
a hundred times, on different endeavors
Hit the strip, my bitch Miss Frizzy, she change the weather
Okay, I heard the bars them niggas spit, but it wasn't
had to switch the stash up 'cause they might watch
Everything down is a bet soon as the dice drop
You get to strip jumpin', start off with six onions
Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah
Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come
bedroom, the pies is bakin'
I'm sittin' here waitin', the soda wet
Cocaine cowboy, Aikman, Novacek (woo)
I'm on a strip while he cook a ki
I load up half
Relax in the Matra, I trap, we read dollars
Any altercation
The strap will freeze violence
Lit up on the strip, we strike, we see sirens
Street where they
with new leathers
Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip
Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips
Watch who you sleep, shake hands
Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef
(look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)
Flatbush Sweater, Queens get the money
Sticking to the strip, ain't
A damn thing funny, hoe
Stick
(NineOne)
Banging on a chick 'cause I'm a gangster, bitch
I'm gangbanging on the strip on some gangster shit
Hammer in the truck and I could
peek-a-boo strips as I pass
Across the open concept floor
Present my badge, unlock the door
One, two, three screens so big and bright The roar of vacuuming
smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
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