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Turnt up, walking through the door I heard she pop that pussy on the low We got weed, we got liquor, we got lows So come into my room after the show I need a hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper See it's that night, that Dizzy Wright become a cold ass nigga She pop pussy, and pop ass, that's my hotel stripper Finna put it down on the mic, only in town for the night Spotted in the crowd, she slipped her tits out And I can already tell what little mama's about I told my nigga Gritty Get me a "Go-Getty" Mama so pretty I want her to roll with me She ain't gotta fuck, but she gotta show titties I ain't tripping nigga, this your city (Like, Like, Like) What the fuck we gon' do today? You Stevie J, I'm Juicy J We turnt up, and your facial expressions resemble coming up with the coochie face We all out, ball out Two bad bitches trynna do me bad One on my lap, one on my back Got my ass in a booby trap (Turn Up) Tell me I ain't acting a fool Sign a couple boobs than I'm back to the room Back to the back finna put the mac on the crew Where the bad bitches that was in the back by the booth? What it do? I've been watching yall Talk for a while just to top it off Mama dance? No mam, than she not involved So you know we finna pop this off (Let me let y'all alone) She Miss independent Bentley bitches, and Mr. Benton Throwing money like this shit's inexpensive Raise your hand if you've been a victim (Goddamnit) She dropping, and popping that pussy, and bouncing that ass, than she feeling the cock (What's the rules?) No niggas in my room (What else?) Unless them niggas in my squad Turnt up, walking through the door I heard she pop that pussy on the low We got weed, we got liquor, we got lows So come into my room after the show I need a hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper See it's that night, that Dizzy Wright become a cold ass nigga She pop pussy, and pop ass, that's my hotel stripper (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hotel stripper, dont tell yo' nigga You in here girl, I need pussy on the liver (Yeah) Room 111 come kick it with a killer Got weed, got shh, got pills, got liquor They say girls just wanna have fun (fun) Stunting like a pimp, talk the panties off a nun She can deep throat the whole barrel of a gun Look at all that ass bet she got it from her mom Throwing all that cash, look at all those ones Really, damn look at all those ones Spending all my money, goddamnit im drunk Wake up in the morning, what the hell have I done (NOOO!) Wake up in the morning, who the hell are you hun? Heard she pop that pussy for a fucking coupon Bitch I'm bout my bread, Grey Poupon Might fuck a fat bitch that weigh 2 tons Made that pussy pop for some Marilyn Manson Pull a handgun, hold that pussy for ransom Made that pussy, Mmm bop, like them boys from Hansen 2013 I'mma buy you a mansion Girl back it up now drop it to the floor Make that ass clap, till that ass gets soar Dizzy Wright say he looking for a hotel stripper But Mr. Benton, baby need a hotel ho Turnt up, walking through the door I heard she pop that pussy on the low We got weed, we got liquor, we got lows So come into my room after the show I need a hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper Hotel stripper See it's that night, that Dizzy Wright become a cold ass nigga She pop pussy, and pop ass, that's my hotel stripper
Writer(s): Chris Ju, Jarren Benton, La'reonte Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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