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Strippers Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo
"Strippers" by Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo, released in 2017, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of wealth, nightlife, and the allure of strip clubs. The lyrics depict a lavish lifestyle and the artists' experiences with women in the industry. The song features catchy beats and trap elements, contributing to its popularity in the underground scene.
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[Intro: Jose Guapo]
Let's get it
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
I got some hoes at the Blue Flame, I got some hoes at Strokers
I got some hoes that work at Follies, I can't wait to bend them over
I got on red bottoms and they look just like a zebra
I got some white thots, all of the hoes work at Cheetah
I got some hoes at the Goldrush, I got bitches all at Pin Ups
I got a bitch out of Magic City, she suck a dick 'til she spit up
We got them ratchet hoes at Club Blaze, all them thots, hoes that I show love to
We came here to throw it away, so tell security to let us through
[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Walking through with a bundle on me
All the strippers gonna acknowledge me
Two cups when I come through
I'm sipping mud, yeah, that Texas tea
Look at that P.M., we see you, nigga
You tipping that little-bit-of-ass fee
Police niggas, like Ice-T
Nigga, who the fuck you be?
We throw them rack(e)s, up in the air
All the bitches gon' stare
I gave you a couple hundred for the pussy, baby
As long as you gon' share
We get it popping anywhere
Racks on me when I jump out the Lear
K.O.D, we gon' fuck it up
Thirty-thousand ones everywhere
(Know that!)
Let's get it
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
I got some hoes at the Blue Flame, I got some hoes at Strokers
I got some hoes that work at Follies, I can't wait to bend them over
I got on red bottoms and they look just like a zebra
I got some white thots, all of the hoes work at Cheetah
I got some hoes at the Goldrush, I got bitches all at Pin Ups
I got a bitch out of Magic City, she suck a dick 'til she spit up
We got them ratchet hoes at Club Blaze, all them thots, hoes that I show love to
We came here to throw it away, so tell security to let us through
[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Walking through with a bundle on me
All the strippers gonna acknowledge me
Two cups when I come through
I'm sipping mud, yeah, that Texas tea
Look at that P.M., we see you, nigga
You tipping that little-bit-of-ass fee
Police niggas, like Ice-T
Nigga, who the fuck you be?
We throw them rack(e)s, up in the air
All the bitches gon' stare
I gave you a couple hundred for the pussy, baby
As long as you gon' share
We get it popping anywhere
Racks on me when I jump out the Lear
K.O.D, we gon' fuck it up
Thirty-thousand ones everywhere
(Know that!)
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