Strip Tease

♪ It's not my fault she wantin' on me ♪

♪ She told me I'm just a hot man ♪

♪ She came down like she knew me ♪

♪ Gave it up like a bookie ♪

♪ And that's facts, no criminal ♪

♪ Red coat ****, turn this song into a thriller ♪

♪ She see me on the phone at bestie ♪

♪ But I ain't screamin' oh ♪

♪ Yo girl, what's the stuff you text me? ♪

♪ You wanna know how I do what I know ♪

♪ Yo chick come close to me ♪

♪ She ain't go at home when she post it, baby ♪

♪ Gettin' money like I'm post-it, baby ♪

♪ I'm gettin' money like I'm post-it, baby ♪

♪ Oh, all my ****s close to me ♪

♪ And all the money ****, when it post-it, baby ♪

♪ Oh, the hoes go for me ♪

♪ Now your chick's in the pit like post-it, baby ♪

♪ Oh, it's high post, baby ♪

♪ Everything that's high post, baby ♪

♪ Everything that's high post, baby ♪

♪ Everything good life is post-it, baby ♪

♪ Got your girl in my section, finna go up ♪

♪ A **** smokin' hot, I'm 'bout to roll up ♪

♪ She ain't never got high like this ♪

♪ Would've died like this ♪

♪ Once you pop it, tell her, "Hold up, hold up" ♪

♪ When I'ma leave, she gon' leave with a real **** ♪

♪ I take her down, can't put her down like I do ♪

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