Og Grip - Strip

Yeah just like that baby
Make it clap
Make it clap
Now turn around
Shit
Make it clap
Make it clap
I love it when you do that shit
Grind on it baby
Take it off slow
Now pop that pussy
Peel it back
Camel toe
She keep on staring
At my hands
Want me to let it go
Soda boy take 20 baby
Here go 20 more
Now show me
What you're working with
Climb that pole
Drop to the splits
You might just get some more
You might just get the hole bogo
You might just get the pole
She looked at me like
Stop playing with me
This little money you dropping
Nigga this is what
You paying to see
We could be fucking nasty
Something jazzy
Over some sheets
Me pounding to the metronome
Her drooling on the meat
On some record play repeat shit
Keep the epp secret
Why not
Some Biggie Smalls creep shit
All in the drawers deep grip
About to see how freaky
You really can get
Strip
Yeah
Just like that baby
Make it clap
Make it clap
Now turn around
Shit
Make it clap
Make it clap
I love it when you do that shit
Let me catch my breath
Got me panting like a puppy
She ain't did nothing yet
Didn't know what to expect
Maybe cause
I was rocking them specs
She thought less about the sex
Until my hands was on her neck
Whole lot of Richard
In her chest
Have her wheezing out yes
Then it's (then it's)
On to the next
Have a seizing on the dick
She'll turn a present to her ex
Must be the molly mixed dick
That made her dip
Watch me
LeBron James a hoe
Stop pump and go
She stop drop and role
Slobs and ride poles
With her eyes wide closed
I mean eyes wide shut
Have her open them up
And fill her up
Bill and Alice Hartford yeah
Cruise and Kidman
Rude sexual intentions
Except we get it in
Love when she beg
To keep it in
Hit her in front of her friends
Until they feigning to join in
Yeah
Just like that baby
Make it clap
Make it clap
Now turn around
Shit
Make it clap
Make it clap
I love it when you do that shit

Written by:
Monroe Dunbar

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