Prophet - Strip 4 Me Lyrics

(feat. Clyde Carson of The Team)

Yeah yeah
Caution
Yeah yeah
Prophet
Yeah yeah
Team
Yeah come on

First the strobe light hit
She swingin on the pole
Tiffany charmed up, ice, white gold
The centerfolds
Veggies clipped on her pantyhose
French tip
Don't trip ma (biittch)
I break you off
You can find her where the vapors off
Watch her finger keep her blade where the papers off
And if I'm suited in the back where we do it up
Fith of the 'gnac
Get it crackin, we blew it up
You wanna go to the velvet rope room?
Unfold big face velvium coke do
Vanilla
Rocks on my hand make her sniffle
My man breathe easy
Built like gorillas
Please, baby you got to know
That if you kick it with the squad then you got to blow
Everybody gettin tipsy got to go
'cause ya bitches spillin drinks on the f*ckin 'benz floor.

[CHORUS:]
Strip for me mommy
Watch you work it out
We them underground niggas that u heard about
If you came to act a fool
We bring the circus out
Man, my money on the stage
You better twerk it out
Strip for me mommy
Jus strip for me mommy
Get low
Get low
Strip for me mommy
Jus strip for me mommy
Get low
Get low

I'm lullin, I'm high
Ice and orange juice w/ blue Skyy
At the club with ho's I'm inside
Oh I ain't handcuff, they ain't mine
Stuntin, niggas throw huntas for fun
And let 'em
Hump all over the pole
She shake and cum
Want money? know I got it
I ain't fake or dumb
But bitch, I don't blow it
I ain't fake for funds
So, come f*ck with me and my nigga proph
Get low hit flows, get dough make it pop
Nah, I ain't the one that's goin tell you stop
I'm a be the one that try to get you to make it drop
Planes trains and automobiles
From the club I bang
All in my automobile
Jump for cash main
Alotta hoes feel
Team and Prophets
Tell me what's the deal?

[CHORURS]

Lap dance with me
Got grands with me
Know my pimp juice and my MAC hands with me
Pin stripe suit.
Black Benz 50
A.M.G.I.P.I., ya know that
Stuck outside my club 'Nia
No throwbacks
No baseball hat go throw 'jack
Ya outfit cheap,
Ya rap where ya flow it
You got receipt?
Dog you better go back.
Defeat the purpose of u workin
Cause I'm perfect
Money out ya baby girl
Purse for my personal
You handcuff 'em,
I just cut em like it's surgical
You playin somethin
Man we playin out your burrio
So understand this,
Stand where ya man is
Disrespect the clique, the clique go bananas
You ain't dumb, the Bay where we from
Ya act out of place we leavin your frame num.

Oh no, we goin turn the lights out.
Show you mo'f*ckers what rockin the mic's bout.
What is it? we poppin ya ice out.
Waters got me military
Pop when the fights out
Oh no, we goin turn the lights out
Show you motherf*ckers wat rockin the mic's bout
What is it? we poppin' ya ice out.
Waters got me military
Pop when the fights out

[CHORUS]