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letra de moonlight graveyard dance - oliver francis

[verse 1: juicy j]
short hair like nia long, loose ones she don’t need a loan
start twerking when she hear her song, stripper pole her income
we get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rollin’
she put that ass up in my hands, i remote control it
she give me dome when the roof gone, at the kod she leave with me
she got friends, bring three, i got drugs, i got drinks
bend it over, juicy j gon’ poke it like wet paint
you say no to ratchet p-ssy; juicy j can’t
racks er’where, they showin’ racks, i’m throwing racks
in the vip, rubber on i’m stretching that
rich n-ggas tippin, broke n-ggas lookin
and it ain’t a strip club if they ain’t showin p-ssy

[chorus: juicy j]
bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
all these chicks poppin’ p-ssy, i’m just poppin’ bandz
bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
these chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[verse 2: lil wayne]
uh, pop that p-ssy for a real n-gga
pull out my black card, that’s my lil’ n-gga
make a movie with your b-tch, steven spiel n-gga
smokin’ on keysh, cole, gimme me chills n-gga
what’s your real name? and not your stripper name
i make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
bandz a make her dance, tunechi make her cum
hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mothaf-ckin’-bass-drum
two hoes on one f-ckin’ pole, two hoes on my f-ckin’ pole
i don’t tip, i pay bills, b-tches call me buffalo
her stomach in and her ass out
i’m flyer than the ones they pass out
if money grow on trees, i branched out
i’m just waitin’ for my b-tch to cash out (ha ha)
[verse 3: 2 chainz]
2 chainz!
2 chainz, four bracelets
let me see that ass clap; standin’ ovation
if yo girl don’t swallow kids, man, that ho basic
got 2 b-tches with me: take a shot of one ho, usin’ her friend for a chaser
bandz a make her bust it, let me see you touch it
money talk, you ain’t got none, end of discussion
bandz a make her do it, pocket full of money
young n-gga gettin’ head while the engine runnin’
let me see you wiggle, do it for a real n-gga
i be laughin’ to the bank, all you do is giggle
ballin’ in my coupe, call it sports car
drop the top and freak it, treat that b-tch just like a p-rn star

- oliver francis

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