strip club jesus - fedd the god, wiz khalifa & juicy j lyrics
[intro: fedd the god]
ayy, grizz, bring me that henny
ha
stop staring (bring me that henny)
n*gga (throw some)
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, bring me that henny bottle, girl
n*gga (phew, phew)
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, n*gga, throw some ones, n*gga, throw some ones at these b*tches, n*gga
they want that northside sh*t (paven, this sh*t crank)
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n*gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 1: fedd the god]
i don’t need an army of n*ggas, i ride solo, i’m a gorilla
uh, keep me an army of b*tches, i don’t want none, you n*ggas kiss ’em
we f*ckin’ off hennessy, huh, think i might make me a mini me
pulling them racks out, screaming, “f*ck all my enemies”, n*gga
throwed in clubs
b*tches, they picking up dubs
baby a baddy, huh, she ain’t tryna f*ck with a scrub
i’m looking like daddy, got all these hoes in love
look at my diamonds, n*gga, they came from the mud
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n*gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
i just picked up a whole bunch of b*tches
i just put it in her mouth like a dentist
i own my sh*t, your sh*t is rented
she suck good d*ck, that b*tch is gifted
love it when she use both hands
love it when she do a lil’ dance
love it when she make her ass clap on a handstand
she been eating good, hoping that that thing get fatter
i threw another rack and told her, “lil’ booties matter”
[chorus: fedd the god]
who gon’ throw the most money in here?
n*gga, i’ve been balling all year
my section got bottles in there
these b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[verse 3: juicy j]
tip a stripper twenty thousand dollars like it’s chump change
watch that ass jump back just like instagram boomerang
i can’t be your superman (no)
your last n*gga a super lame (yep)
bad b*tch took so many shots, i thought we was at the shooting range
two*seater with limo’ tint
two b*tches gon’ fit in it
and they ’bout they paper, they know this d*ck come with benefits
it should be illegal how you wiggle with all that ass
they need trash bags, time to clean up all this cash
she said, “d*mn, juicy, you one dope*ass n*gga”
and don’t no bad b*tch want no broke*ass n*gga
homie, it ain’t rocket science, all these hoes want a check
why you in the club tryna win a staring contest?
[chorus: fedd the god]
n*gga, throw some, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, n*gga, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, phew, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some huh, stop staring
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