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Fedd the God - Strip Club Jesus lyrics

Artist: Fedd the God

album: Sense of Urgency


Ayy, Grizz, bring me that Henny
Ha
Stop staring [Bring me that Henny
Nigga
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, bring me that Henny bottle, girl
Huh, nigga
Phew, phew
Ayy, nigga, throw some ones, nigga,
Throw some ones at these bitches, nigga
They want that Northside shit [Paven, this shit crank]
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
Nigga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These bitches got and they long hair
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring
I don't need an army of niggas, I ride solo, I'm a gorilla
Uh, keep me an army of bitches, I don't want none, you niggas kiss 'em
We fuckin' off Hennessy, huh, think I might make me a mini me
Pulling them racks out, screaming, "Fuck all my enemies"
Nigga throwed in clubs
Bitches, they picking up dubs
Baby a baddy, huh, she ain't tryna fuck with a scrub
I'm looking like daddy, got all these hoes in love
Look at my diamonds, nigga, they came from the mud
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
Nigga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These bitches got and they long hair
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring
I just picked up a whole bunch of bitches
I just put it in her mouth like a dentist
I own my shit, your shit is rented
She suck good dick, that bitch is gifted
Love it when she use both hands
Love it when she do a lil' dance
Love it when she make her ass clap on a handstand
She been eating good, hoping that that thing get fatter
I threw another rack and told her, "Lil' booties matter"
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
Nigga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These bitches got and they long hair
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring
Tip a stripper twenty thousand just like it's chump change
Watch that ass jump back just like Instagram Boomerang
I can't be your Superman [No
Your last nigga a super lame [Yep
Bad bitch took so many shots, I thought we was at the shooting range
Two-seater with limo' tint
Two bitches gon' fit in it
And they 'bout they paper, they know this dick come with benefits
I should be illegal how you wiggle with all that ass
They need trash bags, time to clean up all this cash
She said, "Damn, Juicy, you one dope-ass nigga"
And don't no bad bitch want no broke-ass nigga
Homie, it ain't rocket science, all these hoes want a check
Why you in the club tryna win a staring contest?
Nigga, throw some, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, nigga, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, phew, stop staring
Nigga, throw some, racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring
Nigga, throw some huh, stop staring

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