Stripper Joint Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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I told my bitch don't call me private
Don't even call me back
But you know where home is
She a fly stepper, pole dancer
Real finesser soul snatcher
She a real flexer
I'm a fashion killer
Real nigga, street nigga, city nigga
Boy, I get up with you
She a fly stepper, pole dancer
Real finesser soul snatcher
She a real flexer
I'm a fashion nigga
Fashion killer
Real nigga, street nigga
Boy, I'll get up with you
Do like twenty bands up in saks fifth
Fifty bands on Ms.Mercier
Twenty-five on the runway for the Ricky-o
That's real drip
You can feel it
I'ma reel it
Do it like Flex
I might steal it
If the card swipes, we gon' kill it
For the shopping spree we free will it
Punch a CPN on a new face
She callin' me bout the new lace
Told her every, it's a new face
Cause this shit verse like a lost straight
Livin' every day like my birthday
Prefer VCs on a dinner plate
She likes swan for dinner
She call me bitch spender
Ion wanna grub, I want you on my face
When the head good, I make more money
She want the dick
She don't run from it
Smash her in the ricks
She like her heels on
She like the platforms with a purple thong
Popped her favorite choker with the Pearls on it
Told westwood, the ride east on em
I go deep on her like the speedy on it
Feel like I popped a cherry
How she bleed
She put her knees on me
Feel like Tweed on me
She like cream bags with double c's on it
Matter of fact, call it double D's on me
When the titties bounce, and she cream on me
I'm a fashion nigga, but I freak on it
Fuck her on the cam
With the beam on it
In my chrome parts
With the Prada frames
Boy, I love when she agree on it
She a fly stepper
Pole dancer
Real finesser
soul snatcher
She a real Flexer
I'm a fashion killer
Real nigga
Street nigga
City nigga
Boy, I'll get up with you
She a Fly stepper
Pole dancer
Real finesser
soul snatcher
She a real flexer
I'm a fashion nigga
Fashion killa
Real nigga
street nigga
Boy, I'll get up with you
Dula
Bahama
