JAM3L - Da Strip Club

Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We throwing them dollas
They craving some more
All for the washingtons
She kneel on the flo
& im talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
Being controlled like a fucking remote
Shawty done sold her  soul
Gold digging without a shovel

You can’t knock her hustle
Cuz shawty be making mo money than Half of these dummies trading their bread For the muscle
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling like Russell
You can’t knock her hustle
Now you beating yoself bare knuckled

You traded your bread for the remedy
Boasting the head was heavenly
2 faced gemini she played you so cleverly
Proclaiming she broke but living in beverly
She having the time of her life
Making you think that you got a wife
You having your time for 1 night
So hungry you ate up the lies
Fed to you by
The devil in disguise



Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We throwing them dollas
They craving some mo
All for the washingtons
She kneel on the flo
& im talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
Being controlled like a fucking remote
Shawty done sold her  soul
Gold digging without a shovel
You can’t knock her hustle
Cuz shawty be making mo money than Half of these dummies trading their bread For the muscle
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling like russell
You can’t knock her hustle
You traded your bread for the remedy
Boasting the head was heavenly

Little did you know
No you didnt bro
They all fucking with J on the low
I be pimpin on all of these hoes
Doing you fast but she doing me slow
Telling me all that you done told
Like a game of poker
She gone make you fold
Shawty get rich of the pussy she sold
She be the one taking all of your gold

You gamble & gamble boy you real bold
Boy you real slow
You scared like a crow
You loved till you croaked
Lived your whole life flat broke
Mama called you a joke
My mama called you a joke
My mama called you a joke
Yo mama called you a joke
Whens the last time you spoke
Too distracted by murder she wrote
Strung you along then shawty went ghost
Just like the muppets in a puppet showoog

Had your ass cheesing from head to toe
She played the pimp you the  played hoe
More like she played you bro


Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We throwing them dollars
They craving some mo
All for the washingtons
She kneel on the flo
& im talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
Being controlled like a fucking remote
Shawty done sold her  soul
Gold digging without a shovel

You can’t knock her hustle
Cuz shawty be making mo money than Half of these dummies trading their bread For the muscle
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling like russell
You can’t knock her hustle
Beating yoself bare knuckled

You traded your bread for the remedy
Boasting the head was heavenly
2 faced gemini she played you so cleverly
Proclaiming she broke but living in beverly
She having the time of her life
Making you think that you got a wife
You having your time for 1 night
So hungry you ate up the lies
Fed to you by the devil in disguise

J.A.M.3.L

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