19 Dolla Lap Dance (The Curb Commentator Channel 1. 2020)

Текст песни E-40 and Suga Free - 19 Dolla Lap Dance (The Curb Commentator Channel 1. 2020)

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(Look here) I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
(Look here) I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Look here

You niggas is suckers, if you was starvin'
I wouldn't give yo' ass a crumb
You like an overcooked steak, bitch
You're well past done (Bitch)
I got some news you could use
Some of you dudes playin' football with basketball rules
It's game involved, don't try to compare it
Tellin' your side bitch all your business and she repeatin' it like a parrot
Don't get it twisted, don't call me daddy
Don't call me your highness
If I stick my fist out, you better kiss it (Look here)
I'll have her sprung like some dope
I'll have a bitch all in her emotions and choked up like
Latrell Sprewell did his coach (Mmm)
You baddest chick in the room
And I bet your coochie so good that it need to be trademarked
"Legal Zoom"
I'm tryna get rich
But see, you hardheaded and divisive
You wanna be a vindictive bitch
I got the right of way
Bitch, get up here and get me my fetti so
I can put it on my cousin books in JK

I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
(Look here) I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Look here

Co-write
Bitch, you had the same amount of time in a day as Raven-Symone
But you chose to be nobody
And who flaunts you?
You're like the first piece of bread, bitch
Everybody want a sandwich but nobody wants you
So pass the plate
'Cause bitch, fuckin' with me, the only way you gon'
Get laid is to crawl up a chicken ass and wait
Ay, pimp of the year, vet
If you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
I sampled the bitch but she ain't cleared yet
Ay, it's too tight for you
My name Suga Free the pimp, bitch, not Larry H. Parker
I won't fight for you
She hella into me
Got outta pocket one day, slapped her and asked her
"What do you think of Einstein's theory of relativity?"
Ay, thicker than cash
I ain't lyin', one day, I wore out three pairs of kneecaps kickin' her ass
Get next to this
Hoe, come down these flight of stairs on your ass
Like that bitch did on The Wiz

I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
I got ninteen dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Get it, get it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Look here
Look here
Look here