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Joule the Genius - strip club Lyrics



Joule the Genius - strip club Lyrics
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Money talk, I'm in the trap with all designer stitches
Smoke exotic, I get high so I can mind my business
I'm the type to bring the ratchet out the finest bitches
Swerve that new thing off the lot, I'm tryna run my digits up
I might f*ck her, I ain't cuffing
Keep a bad bitch in her feelings, you know I don't give a f*ck
I been falling out of love, put my feelings in my cup
I just hit the strip club, just to throw some money up
Bitch I need a tip drill, man I feel like Nelly them
He ain't never really slid, how you put yo trust in him
I done turned into the man now, ball above the rim
All the hoes from back then they like"I remember him"
Said I couldn't but I can now they thought my chance was slim
Got that money did the spread challenge
Life been smooth like butter
To be honest, I can't sweat a hoe and I can't never love her
To be honest, all my hoes be 10s but I just usually dub em
You know I ain't got no friends
I got angels, I got brothers, I got fam, and I got kin but to be fair keep God above them
Talk about the shit I been through, I'd rather change the subject
Both my hands got plenty paper cuts but I just keep on thumbing
Money talk, I'm in the trap with all designer stitches
Smoke exotic, I get high so I can mind my business
I'm the type to bring the ratchet out the finest bitches
Swerve that new thing off the lot, I'm tryna run my digits up
I might f*ck her, I ain't cuffing
Keep a bad bitch in her feelings, you know I don't give a f*ck
I been falling out of love, put my feelings in my cup
I just hit the strip club, just to throw some money up
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Money talk, I'm in the trap with all designer stitches
Smoke exotic, I get high so I can mind my business
I'm the type to bring the ratchet out the finest bitches
Swerve that new thing off the lot, I'm tryna run my digits up
I might f*ck her, I ain't cuffing
Keep a bad bitch in her feelings, you know I don't give a f*ck
I been falling out of love, put my feelings in my cup
I just hit the strip club, just to throw some money up
Bitch I need a tip drill, man I feel like Nelly them
He ain't never really slid, how you put yo trust in him
I done turned into the man now, ball above the rim
All the hoes from back then they like"I remember him"
Said I couldn't but I can now they thought my chance was slim
Got that money did the spread challenge
Life been smooth like butter
To be honest, I can't sweat a hoe and I can't never love her
To be honest, all my hoes be 10s but I just usually dub em
You know I ain't got no friends
I got angels, I got brothers, I got fam, and I got kin but to be fair keep God above them
Talk about the shit I been through, I'd rather change the subject
Both my hands got plenty paper cuts but I just keep on thumbing
Money talk, I'm in the trap with all designer stitches
Smoke exotic, I get high so I can mind my business
I'm the type to bring the ratchet out the finest bitches
Swerve that new thing off the lot, I'm tryna run my digits up
I might f*ck her, I ain't cuffing
Keep a bad bitch in her feelings, you know I don't give a f*ck
I been falling out of love, put my feelings in my cup
I just hit the strip club, just to throw some money up
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Writer: Tyrell Esters
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Performed By: Joule the Genius
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Tyrell Esters
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