Let ride strip lyric Club

lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke. If you feel the same way, Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA [Hook] If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, I turn it into a strip-club Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, If I could fit the whole world in the club Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch Pop bottles and twist up Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Verse 2] Somebody tell me where the drinks at, Where the bitches at, You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back. Submit Corrections. Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just different smoke. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

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lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

lyric Club let ride strip

Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. Put your 'cris's up!

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let ride strip lyric Club