paroles de chanson #StripClub - D. Weathers feat. C.O.K.E.

Listen, my car, listen listen hold on real shit thou
My car running
She waiting
It's time to go
Well you know what then
Well fuck it then stop it all, it's 2
It's $2000 in the bank, oh I can't get none of that?
Don't worry I got you, I got you, I got you, I got you
Stop it all, you had, ya luck ganna run out some time, Ayo ayo
What's that? Is this a pound of sour?
Well fuck it then, if that's what it is, it's a days work
It's a days work, get em, give me my ahhhhhh

I humble hustle, C.O.K.E here He ganna show off (Coke)
Wolf straight out the snow, tell PETA come blow the fur off
Chickens in the kitchen is scratching the china plate
White frostier then flakes I'm Tony the Tiger great
Might have to cop this bitch a Rollie for the morning shift
Ice pop lock she had the rock on shivering
Sh-sh-shivering
Harlem Sha-Sha-shaking
Baking soda baking it to break it down to bacon bits
Sin City, bad bitches is only type (Amen)
Countin all my blessings on a sinful night
Just a chip off old block with the cookie dough
All these pots and pans like a Bobby Flay cooking show
Ass cheeks and recipes can't be televised
Hit the cabbage patch, watch the junkies do the butterfly
Club Lust, a na need some affection
Get a couple bricks and turn the bricks into Perfections

Turn the trap into a strip club
Told the coddie bring her friend with a big butt
Turn the trap into a strip club
She really told me that she trynna get her tits done
Put a pole in the kitchen
After you finish stripping, baby do the dishes
We turn the trap into a strip club
Ns turn the trap house into

335
You see how strong that arm is?
That's three, box and a five
Pound cake don't make me shake

Couldn't picture what I seen, still make a couple dollars while I'm dreaming (God damn)
I'm mean a whole nover league, no luggage but shawty trippin for no reason (God damn)
Nother one of those ignorant verses, ns killin the choruses
Suffocating the beat, studio bring the coroner
Corner of the world, somewhere depicting my story brah
Coke dealer, glorifying the life in a DeLorean
Ha, so if I pass just laugh
Passed a law just saying they couldn't pass my past
Ludacris with ya last, drop you trash then crash, Cassius
Wrong hand get ahold of ya flask na
It's funny, my outfit expecting flight coverage (Flight coverage)
Somewhere between Aristotle and the Wright brothers (Wright brothers)
Turn the trap house into a strip club (What?)
Couple fist pumps and get my dick sucked (What?)

Turn the trap into a strip club
Told the coddie bring her friend with a big butt
Turn the trap into a strip club
She really told me that she trynna get her tits done
Put a pole in the kitchen
After you finish stripping, baby do the dishes
We turn the trap into a strip club
Ns turn the trap house into a strip club

3 on the stove, couple jawns and the dishes
All they want is attention, so we put poles in the kitchen
Table dusty, baggin up and got a na high
Spread her thighs, move the panties and the dope aside
3000 hits, Pete Rose we did it overnight
Stash the hunnits in the bed then join the pillow fight
Got pills for the low, this white cooking like it's minute rice
Shawty call the fiends to the trap like it's dinner time

Turn the trap into a strip club
Told the coddie bring her friend with a big butt
Turn the trap into a strip club
She really told me that she trynna get her tits done
Put a pole in the kitchen
After you finish stripping, baby do the dishes
We turn the trap into a strip club
Ns turn the trap house into a strip club (Balloon shit na)