F*ck the sweet shit, you're batter I'll beat
Bitch on my dick, so sea sick, she's battling semen
With her throat, I'll squeeze in, and I'll poke my D' in
And she'll choke on 3 inches, 4 can't get in
That's a joke, I mean 10, 1 inch is just pretend
But if you really worried 'bout dicks, drop the soap, while in the pen
And he wrote that with a pen, and the notes all on his hand
'Cause he spoke intelligence that no books comprehend
Like damn lets begin, this battle ain't to the end
You'll get scoped a second in with rattles up in my den
Like nope you can't pretend within layers of snake skin
Isn't soaked and drenched in cruel deception
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I like they ass up, with they wigs on the floor, uh
'Cause it makes me wanna giving her the service like gigolo, uh
F*ck giving her Dende, It's service of Piccolo, uh
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
She want that loose leaf
That shredded cheddar mixed with that blue cheese
Ooh wee, bands in my hand, feel like a new me
Usually I don't condone spending it loosely
But I'm switching gears, money stretching longer than Luffy
If you didn't catch that "One Piece", you'll catch a two piece
All these females on me and their boyfriends want to shoot me
I got bitches running 'round the city tryna do me
But I'm tryna do me, couting all this loose leaf
Yeah, for the hoes, let's go
I like they ass up with they wigs on the floor
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
Iwantfrxnds - I Like Strippers Lyrics
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English
F*ck the sweet shit, you're batter I'll beat
Bitch on my dick, so sea sick, she's battling semen
With her throat, I'll squeeze in, and I'll poke my D' in
And she'll choke on 3 inches, 4 can't get in
That's a joke, I mean 10, 1 inch is just pretend
But if you really worried 'bout dicks, drop the soap, while in the pen
And he wrote that with a pen, and the notes all on his hand
'Cause he spoke intelligence that no books comprehend
Like damn lets begin, this battle ain't to the end
You'll get scoped a second in with rattles up in my den
Like nope you can't pretend within layers of snake skin
Isn't soaked and drenched in cruel deception
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I like they ass up, with they wigs on the floor, uh
'Cause it makes me wanna giving her the service like gigolo, uh
F*ck giving her Dende, It's service of Piccolo, uh
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
She want that loose leaf
That shredded cheddar mixed with that blue cheese
Ooh wee, bands in my hand, feel like a new me
Usually I don't condone spending it loosely
But I'm switching gears, money stretching longer than Luffy
If you didn't catch that "One Piece", you'll catch a two piece
All these females on me and their boyfriends want to shoot me
I got bitches running 'round the city tryna do me
But I'm tryna do me, couting all this loose leaf
Yeah, for the hoes, let's go
I like they ass up with they wigs on the floor
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
Bitch on my dick, so sea sick, she's battling semen
With her throat, I'll squeeze in, and I'll poke my D' in
And she'll choke on 3 inches, 4 can't get in
That's a joke, I mean 10, 1 inch is just pretend
But if you really worried 'bout dicks, drop the soap, while in the pen
And he wrote that with a pen, and the notes all on his hand
'Cause he spoke intelligence that no books comprehend
Like damn lets begin, this battle ain't to the end
You'll get scoped a second in with rattles up in my den
Like nope you can't pretend within layers of snake skin
Isn't soaked and drenched in cruel deception
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I like they ass up, with they wigs on the floor, uh
'Cause it makes me wanna giving her the service like gigolo, uh
F*ck giving her Dende, It's service of Piccolo, uh
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
She want that loose leaf
That shredded cheddar mixed with that blue cheese
Ooh wee, bands in my hand, feel like a new me
Usually I don't condone spending it loosely
But I'm switching gears, money stretching longer than Luffy
If you didn't catch that "One Piece", you'll catch a two piece
All these females on me and their boyfriends want to shoot me
I got bitches running 'round the city tryna do me
But I'm tryna do me, couting all this loose leaf
Yeah, for the hoes, let's go
I like they ass up with they wigs on the floor
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, but them bitches on the pole
That's why I can't trust a soul, that's why I can't trust a soul
Writer: Notorious Brown
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