Dopetrackz - Slippin' (Slowdown Mix) Lyrics

She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She took it to the top
And went straight down into a split
Lil' Mama so slim
But yet she so thick
She agile
Her and her girls gone wild
Pull the cash out
Now all her friends like Wow
She dancing on stage
With that "I wanna f*ck" face
As long as you throwing
Big faces her way
Intoxicating the way
She move her move her waist
Slippin down that pole
Rotating like 28''s
She slippin down the pole
I'm sippin on Patrón
Check this chick out
God damn that ass swole
I got a lot of cash
And I'm bout to throw it
Make it rain for real
You'd swear it's pouring
I'm Throwing Ones, Fives,
Tens, and Dubs out
I'll have it raining Franklins (Baby)
I don't f*ck around
I wanna see you
Poppin that ass
Gone throw it up for me
Go to droppin that ass
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
Yeah
It's DJ Fckm, Scissors to paper I cut' em
Excuse me dear
Are you related to a flag
The way you go up and down the pole
You got me going mad
I'm throwing Fifties and some Hundreds
Tens, Twenties and all
You keep shaking that ass
And I might take you to the mall
You flashy just like a star
Keep shaking it like a incense
Put that fire out
She dropping it like a slinky
Lil Mama got me tipsy
Her body intoxicating
Slow motion just watch her shake it
The pole can just barely take it
That ass so swole
From all these n.ig.g.a.z slapping dollars on ya
Well I'ma gon head
Pop a rubber band on ya
Hundred after hundred
Catch it fore it hit the floor
Hold on, hold on
I'm bout to throw some more
I need some of that
Putty cat
Hold on let me see that ass
From the back
Here it goes another stack
And another one
For your home girl
Cause my dawg want that other one
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
Down that pole falling from the ceiling
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
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Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah