​​strippa ho lyrics

‎[Intro]
(Ah-ha-ha-ha, is it Friday yet?)

[Verse]
Talk to my b*tch, she'd say, "That's my man, my man" (Barloss)
f*ckin' on a stripper ho, finally, finally
Money counter countin' and it's fallin', fallin'
She gon' suck the di*k all up and then she swallow it, swallow it
I'ma turn my city up, got the whole crowd noddin'
I'ma turn yo' main b*tch up, got her pus*y wet, throbbin'
On the low, I'm missin' her, but I can't talk about it
We live fast, motherf*cker, n*ggas know that I'm flyin'
If yo' b*tch don't get to suckin', then I pull her pants and slide in
Spend a rack, a rack, a rack, n*gga, I don't mind it
I'm forever [?] 'til my heart start stoppin'
I'ma break that bih back, yeah, she can't stop yellin'
I'ma roll that packy up, yeah, I can't stop smellin'
I'ma ride with Glicky, yeah, and you know he a felon
This ain't Fruit Ninja, yeah, but I'm gonna chop his melon
Monday, Sunday, get it, okay
Runnin' sh*t 'round and 'round, sh*t feel like a relay
If you wanna f*ck or somеthin', let me know today
She know that I'm goin' up, that bih wanna gеt with me
On the Oxy' floatin', yeah, you know I touch the ceiling
I did that lil' bih bogus, yeah, she know that I'm a cheater
The way I get my money up, I keep my family feet up
Yeah, the way I run it up, yeah, this sh*t should be illegal
And this ain't no funny stuff, lil' n*gga, yeah, I'm serious
I'ma spray that car down, got that lil' n*gga delirious
She gon' sick this di*k so good, got that lil' b*tch tearin' up
I'ma f*ckin' walk in, got yo' main ho cheerin' up
I'ma stand on what I say, n*gga, I ain't take it back, yuh
Got a fat ass, yeah-yeah
Pick up, ho
Hit it from the back
I can never get attached
I can never cuff a ho
I can never cuff a gnat
I just poured a six up, I ain't wanna ask
Shawty got a bubble butt, I bust it open fast
Hunnid thousand, hunnid thousand, n*gga, do the math
Gotta stay up on the road, n*gga, gotta keep up track
Ridin' in a Range Rover, runnin' out of track
I'll do a lap, lap, lap, lap, lap
Top ten, am I lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin'?
I need Perky, n*gga, need it, stop
Shawty house is hungry, yeah, she need some cash
Feel like Bob Marley, yeah, hit 'em with a axe
I don't got no love for you, I ain't got no time for that
I ain't gon' love lovin' you, I ain't got no time for that
Red skater, blue skater, I got all 'em, man
I kill all the pus*y, yeah, done made a whole tab
You don't got no money, I don't give a f*ckin' damn
I'ma call you later, hit you back when I land