Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strippers & Chances, artist - Larry June.
Date of issue: 28.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strippers & Chances |
Cardo got wings |
So, you know |
I hit the strip club with my brother Jay Worthy |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
Something slight, seeking inspiration |
You know what I’m sayin', if I crack somethin' I crack somethin' |
If I don’t, I don’t |
Two mojitos, please |
Numbers |
Lately, baby, I been on some other shit (Other shit) |
Gotta make it happen on some thuggish shit (Thuggish shit) |
Nights on the road with my son and shit (Son and shit) |
I’m barely even sleepin', shit |
I been outta the game, I been boardin' these planes |
Dealin' with a lot of shit but I don’t never complain |
I know she lookin' down on me, I know she got my back |
And I’d trade anything to have them old days back |
Took that fear out my heart and I went harder |
Had to move smarter, get my life in order |
You gotta keep goin' no matter what |
Shit, you can’t step it up 'til you step it up |
Fuck it, let’s hit the strip club |
Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back |
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that |
I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch |
And got no love for a punk rock bitch |
Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back |
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that |
I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch |
And got no love for a punk rock bitch |
Baby, keep hoin', I ain’t tell you to come in off the blade |
I need it all, whole thousand, so, baby, keep goin' |
Still snowin', I ain’t never had no other than that |
Look like a blizzard but it summertime in Oakland |
Ain’t you three worthy? |
Sprite dirty, that’s early |
Dancin' on the pole, that bitch was slappin' G-Worthy |
Know the streets heard me, I’m that nigga from the two L |
Brown chocolate mink lookin' smoother than Nutell' |
Remember postin' all them ads just in hopes that she would do well? |
Had to prep her right because you know these bitches do tell |
Pull up in that Lex, bubble-eye, new car smell |
Terrell Owens, baby, keep goin' |
Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back |
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that |
I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch |
And got no love for a punk rock bitch |
Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back |
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that |
I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch |
And got no love for a punk rock bitch |