Og Grip - She Go (feat. Dutch Rugar & MGM)

We lit unstable creature
Weon don't fuck with people
Students listen to the teacher Ruger nice to meet ya
Funky sticky cheeba
Live walkin' reaper
I gotta text you for them bands
If you on the feature
They not fuckin' with you
Forget about it
Utchy thuggin'
He the livest nigga
In the party
Hey lil' bitch she better dance
She better strip
Hey lil' bitch work for the bag
Work for the tip
You can trip
I got it on me Let it rip
That's for the clowns
Who be startin' shit
Play ape I spark a chip
I just came to see me a bitch
Make it rain up in this bitch
She turned up off a nose candy
Goin' crazy all in this bitch
She like to climb the pole
She slide down that bitch
She like to bounce that ass
She do it on the dick
Go go go go go go go
She thick as grits and shit
Make that money bitch
Slay them hoes show them hoes Who the boss bitch
(Lil bitch)
Go go go go go go go go
Now I'm at the bar Buying drinks and shit
I think I'm mesmerized
My mind ain't playin' tricks
Had to wipe my eyes
This bitch thick as shit
She keep the tricks spendin'
The way she do the splits
I'm talkin' airborne
Then she nosedive
She keep a tight grip
Make that pole shine
And my pockets trendin'
Dead blue faces
Got me breakin' bread
Throwin' celebrations
She got my full attention
This club shakin
Yup that ass bouncin'
California earthquakein
She love the money shower Especially after hours
She call me daddy now
My range is full of power
She like to climb the pole
She slide down that bitch
She like to bounce that ass
She do it on the dick
Go go go go go go go
She thick as grits and shit
Make the money bitch
Slay them hoes show them hoes
Who the boss bitch
Go go go go go go go go
Lil mama she freak
Can't help music make her move
Ten k in two weeks
She put niggas in the mood
Ass fatter than a thang
Say she love to do the gang
Face prettier than the mug
You ain't know
She would be your main
She the type
To make you wonder
Why the fuck you in here
And then that ass shake
Then that picture get clear
She'll make
Them buck cheeks move
Her waist will sit still
Her pole game craze
Tryin' to see if that shit real
Tryin' to see if I can fuck
She tryin' to make a couple bucks
Fair exchange ain't no robbery This dick is goin' up
Slipped her my number
Like what up
If she smile I'm in them guts
Fuck that I'll call a Uber
Then she come back
Fuck shit up
That bitch is go
She like to climb the pole
She slide down that bitch
She like to bounce that ass
She do it on the dick
Go go go go go go go
She thick as grits and shit
Make the money bitch
Show them hoes show them hoes
Who the boss bitch
Go go go go go go
Go go go go go go

Written by:
Deshawn Maxwell, Monroe Dunbar, Natja Shaw

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