paroles de chanson Strip - Og Grip
Yeah
just
like
that
baby
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
Now
turn
around
Shit
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
I
love
it
when
you
do
that
shit
Grind
on
it
baby
Take
it
off
slow
Now
pop
that
pussy
Peel
it
back
Camel
toe
She
keep
on
staring
At
my
hands
Want
me
to
let
it
go
Soda
boy
take
20
baby
Here
go
20
more
Now
show
me
What
you're
working
with
Climb
that
pole
Drop
to
the
splits
You
might
just
get
some
more
You
might
just
get
the
hole
bogo
You
might
just
get
the
pole
She
looked
at
me
like
Stop
playing
with
me
This
little
money
you
dropping
Nigga
this
is
what
You
paying
to
see
We
could
be
fucking
nasty
Something
jazzy
Over
some
sheets
Me
pounding
to
the
metronome
Her
drooling
on
the
meat
On
some
record
play
repeat
shit
Keep
the
epp
secret
Why
not
Some
Biggie
Smalls
creep
shit
All
in
the
drawers
deep
grip
About
to
see
how
freaky
You
really
can
get
Strip
Yeah
Just
like
that
baby
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
Now
turn
around
Shit
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
I
love
it
when
you
do
that
shit
Let
me
catch
my
breath
Got
me
panting
like
a
puppy
She
ain't
did
nothing
yet
Didn't
know
what
to
expect
Maybe
cause
I
was
rocking
them
specs
She
thought
less
about
the
sex
Until
my
hands
was
on
her
neck
Whole
lot
of
Richard
In
her
chest
Have
her
wheezing
out
yes
Then
it's
(then
it's)
On
to
the
next
Have
a
seizing
on
the
dick
She'll
turn
a
present
to
her
ex
Must
be
the
molly
mixed
dick
That
made
her
dip
Watch
me
LeBron
James
a
hoe
Stop
pump
and
go
She
stop
drop
and
role
Slobs
and
ride
poles
With
her
eyes
wide
closed
I
mean
eyes
wide
shut
Have
her
open
them
up
And
fill
her
up
Bill
and
Alice
Hartford
yeah
Cruise
and
Kidman
Rude
sexual
intentions
Except
we
get
it
in
Love
when
she
beg
To
keep
it
in
Hit
her
in
front
of
her
friends
Until
they
feigning
to
join
in
Yeah
Just
like
that
baby
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
Now
turn
around
Shit
Make
it
clap
Make
it
clap
I
love
it
when
you
do
that
shit

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