The Game - Stripper Lyrics (Feat. Wale)

The Game – Stripper Lyrics (Feat. Wale)

She got two jobs, work late
College courses on her plate
Never give head on the first date
Always fighting in the workplace
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)

Them high heels, that black lace
That long weave and that f*ck face
That pink thong, and that slim waist
That fat pussy with that fruit taste
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)

I knew Maliah before Maliah went to H-town
And that’s straight up, and that’s straight down like that front do
Ain’t seen that ass in a month tho,
Drake talkin’ ’bout her, make a nigga mad
You heard that song? Best that he ever had
She got hips like the kit on that Challenger
She got horsepower,
Heed stamina and Colt Michael ain’t no amateur
I tell you boy,
She’s standing up, two legs and a pole
Tri-pod, no hands my God!
She pop that pussy, UGK on that Ipod,
She got a dragon over that left cheek,
She know Drake, she know me
Had Sean Kingston in that trick back
Had a little nigga down on one knee
Need a real nigga
She don’t f*ck free, I’m Jesus Piece, she’ll f*ck me
Her co-workers discuss me, but they all wanna f*ck, trust me

She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)

My niggas in the pen got posters on the wall,
Close your eyes tight eyes enough,
You see tip drill fall,
Two ass cheeks like bowling balls
Tell her bounce that pussy up off the wall
Picture me taking them panties off
She got an ass like a rhino and it’s soft
She like a real hood nigga but her man is soft
Money take away the pain like ambisol
When she on a strip-pole it’s like Mardi Grass
That girl built like she from Arkansas
That pussy fat like a monkey jaw
Only bitches like me that i already saw
She started off in Miami, moved up to that A-town
Make it rain like Skittles in a candy shop
It’s her birthday, she getting cake now
Take it back down on to M.I.A. , my little red-bone
She the queen of diamonds, pop that pussy
Tryin’ to get that pay,
Bitch almost died from that pole climbing
I admire the way she take care of son
So tell the waitress to take care of ones
Send flowers to the hospital in February
She been my favorite dancer since day one

She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)
She a stripper (stripper)

She the reason we all here,
She the reason they all stare
People askin’ her government
Her phone number or if it’s all real
I ain’t concerned with that now
I got a jar of that loud
I got a thing for that body baby,
And these dollars covered your ground
Realest niggas in town,
Chuck scoop, we all LAX
I’m in the Lambo sipping on Brown
That’s the highest way to be on Crown
And I got the stadium clout, where it gets too late and you’re wild
Pimp mack be crazy if I get the lady
Know I tap, see the lady be on styles
Uh, that liquor talking, and now zippers talking
Band’s’a’make her dance, what she gonna do if I would start
My favorite stripper even tho I got some options
My niggas caught me in the club
They telling me I got a ṗroblem

On the first day He said let there be light
In the second day He made you baby, you baby
Uh, and I just can’t contain myself
The way you move so f*cking edible, mmm, incredible baby
And I can’t stop catching the Holy Ghost from watching you baby
Ooh baby
The way you make me feel is so incredible, the therapy is what I need, incredible
The therapy is sweet to me,
And I can’t stop dropping my check off in this club for you baby, ooh you baby

[Lyrics to Stripper by The Game (Feat. Wale)]

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