fedd the god, wiz khalifa & juicy j – strip club jesus lyrics
[intro: fedd the god]
ayy, grizz, bring me that henny
ha
stop staring (bring me that henny)
n+gga (throw some)
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, bring me that henny bottle, girl
n+gga (phew, phew)
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, n+gga, throw some ones, n+gga, throw some ones at these b+tches, n+gga
they want that northside sh+t (paven, this sh+t crank)
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n+gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b+tches got and they long hair
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 1: fedd the god]
i don’t need an army of n+ggas, i ride solo, i’m a gorilla
uh, keep me an army of b+tches, i don’t want none, you n+ggas kiss ’em
we f+ckin’ off hennessy, huh, think i might make me a mini me
pulling them racks out, screaming, “f+ck all my enemies”, n+gga
throwed in clubs
b+tches, they picking up dubs
baby a baddy, huh, she ain’t tryna f+ck with a scrub
i’m looking like daddy, got all these hoes in love
look at my diamonds, n+gga, they came from the mud
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n+gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b+tches got and they long hair
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
i just picked up a whole bunch of b+tches
i just put it in her mouth like a dentist
i own my sh+t, your sh+t is rented
she suck good d+ck, that b+tch 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”
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n+gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b+tches got and they long hair
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 3: juicy j]
tip a stripper twenty thousand dollars like it’s chump change
watch that ass jump back just like instagram boomerang
i can’t be your superman (no)
your last n+gga a super lame (yep)
bad b+tch took so many shots, i thought we was at the shooting range
two+seater with limo’ tint
two b+tches gon’ fit in it
and they ’bout they paper, they know this d+ck come with benefits
it should be illegal how you wiggle with all that ass
they need trash bags, time to clean up all this cash
she said, “d+mn, juicy, you one dope+ass n+gga”
and don’t no bad b+tch want no broke+ass n+gga
homie, it ain’t rocket science, all these hoes want a check
why you in the club tryna win a staring contest?
[chorus: fedd the god]
n+gga, throw some, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, n+gga, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, phew, stop staring
n+gga, throw some, racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n+gga, throw some huh, stop staring
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