I’m in love with these strippers, low key
Them tatted up b#tches make me weak
p#ss# for a G
Tell the broke n#gg#s they gotta pay a fee
In this club turned up, no chill
Pop that p#ss# for these hundred dollar bills
Got me feeling trill
In this club turned up, no chill
Turned up and got no chill
Got no
She been tweeking three days straight
R.I.P. the club
Two bad b#tches, two bad friends
I’m so trill
Club god got three cars
Big house with no deal
Throw that #ss for
f#ck my n#gg#s for
Getting head from two hoes
That’s two mouths with four heads
H Town to the A Town
#ss up, face down
Club god, you gon forget
I hit her asswith that fake smile
I keep a bad b#tch in the Coupe
Pop the p#ss# like you from
You getting paper, salute
Pour up some liquor for my n#gg#Lil Snoop
In this club and I’m
Throwing these bands up at the ceiling
Now she want the dick, b#tch just a minute
I’m in love with these strippers, low key
Them tatted up b#tches make me weak
p#ss# for a G
Tell the broke n#gg#s they gotta pay a fee
In this club turned up, no chill
Pop that p#ss# for these hundred dollar bills
Got me feeling trill
In this club turned up, no chill
I’m turned up with these bands on
Trying to put my mans on
So
Cause I’m hands on
I’m blowing bands like a fan on
Ain’t gotta flex, I go ham on
See I’m the man homie
That H Town, that club god, that’s fam homie
Turn up
We riding with that burner
And they gon pop they p#ss# if we throw a couple hundred bands
Sell that p#ss# if them bands will make her dance
All these hoes gon be on you if you got that money
That’s why I just f#ck them, then pass them to the homies
So pop your p#ss#, no need for no conversation
No relaxing, you just entertainment
I’m in love with these strippers, low key
Them tatted up b#tches make me weak
p#ss# for a G
Tell the broke n#gg#s they gotta pay a fee
In this club turned up, no chill
Pop that p#ss# for these hundred dollar bills
Got me feeling trill
In this club turned up, no chill
Turn up, back to back, we burn up
Club packed when we show up
Every night we pour up
Every hood, they know us
All the bad hoes chose us
First
No chill
Tell the waitress bring more
Bands keep on bussing
I’m leaving here with nothing
The baddest
Best asses
That H Town
Bostin George got a mean
Got him on the Molly, stay going hard
Swap them out
Know what I’m talking bout
Got the whole club turned up
This b#tch off the chain man
, so you know this ho gon bang man
I’m in love with these strippers, low key
Them tatted up b#tches make me weak
p#ss# for a G
Tell the broke n#gg#s they gotta pay a fee
In this club turned up, no chill
Pop that p#ss# for these hundred dollar bills
Got me feeling trill
In this club turned up, no chill
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