Strip T.I. (Ft. Trey Songz & Young Dro)

[Intro: Trey Songz]
Uh-huh
C'mon!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
After the club, strip, when I get you home, strip
We on that grown shit, baby, hop up on this
You ain't never met another guy like me
And when the valet pull up, shawty, ride with me
And I'ma take your clothes all off (Strip), take your clothes all off (Strip)
Clothes off, clothes off (Strip), clothes all off (Strip)
I'll take your clothes all off (Strip), take your clothes all off (Strip)
Take your clothes, clothes (Strip), clothes all off (Oh-oh)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ayy, we can buy the whole bar, but when the club close off
We immediately roll off to the old loft
You know what I told y'all, we pull up, your clothes off
Pussy fill the whole house, they tripping? Drop them hoes off
'Kay, no panty, no bra, no shoes, no socks
See how cute your toes are, it going good so far
They tripping, stripping, going in, drinking, smoking, rolling
Pussy wet as oceans, spray treys, ayy, put your nose in
First round, going down, pop another go again
Panties to the floor again, fuck her 'til she sore again
Pimping in motion, all sex and no emotion
I don't love nann one of you, I fuck who's ever closest
We be on that grown shit, that gangster Al Capone shit
You know what you gon' get: strong, bad, long dick
You say, "No", that's the wrong shit, that won't get you home with
Us—You hear this song, bitch, know if it's us you going with