"Strokers" lyrics
"Strokers"
Mm, mm, tonight, we goin' to Strokers
Tonight, we goin' to Strokers
We goin' to Strokers, we goin' to Strokers
We goin' to Strokers, we goin' to Strokers
My bitch was antisocial and then I rolled up
Two cups, I poured up, the Perc' a whole dub
I need a chauffeur, I'm movin' slowed up
They tryna backdoor, I think the door stuck
Ayy, BD first night lil' baby, then I ghost her
Ayy, meet me at pack world, lil' baby, tryna post up
I didn't wanna be Tony, call me Alejandro Sosa
I want you to suck it, baby, come a lil' bit closer
Ayy, ayy, all I said was, "'Scuse me," baby tryna choose me
Baby, come and use me, sending money to me
Ayy, ayy, and I'm so unusual, I don't do this usually
Ayy, and when I say I love you, bitch, don't take that loosely
When I say I love you, bitch, don't take that loosely
Ayy, I'm the one and the 4 after two, three
And I got a big thing on the back of the 2-3
Ayy, ayy, uh, take the shot just like 2-3
Ayy, ayy, took her on a trip, now she wanna post a dump, uh
In love with your accent, baby, where you from?
Ayy, ayy, she want me to fuck her from the back and use my thumb, uh
Baby, if that pussy good, I might just use my tongue
Ayy, put me to the test, my baby, you think I'ma flunk
Ayy, I go European shoes, but you go European pumps
Come here, baby, I just wanna see you cum, I just wanna see you cum
Said she in love with Celine-thy or somethin', ten thousand fifty a month
Ayy, I'm tryna leave her, but she tryna label, we probably just hit us a bump (A bump)
Fuck your ex-nigga, he broke like the levee and, baby, you know I'm the one
Ayy, it's built in somethin', not hittin' the button, somethin' not hittin' the button, uh-huh
She got an attitude, missin' the fun, she was the senseless one
And he can't talk 'bout money, he ain't got none, so he ain't mentionin' nothin'
I was just laid up at lil' bitch crib, told cuz I ain't missin' or nothin'
And she was lookin' around for the Big Backdoor, said baby was fishin' for one
It seem like the odds against me sixty to one
But you niggas know P, I'm kickin' the one
Yeah, made the bitch get in the front
You can ride with me, baby, come slide with me, baby
I bet you'll fall in love with me then
Now she say she in love with my son
Kel-Tec, I just folded the gun
Two sevens, then rolled the four-one
Once I reap up the fire, then I'm done
Tell the bitch all her friends can come
Ayy, ayy, as long as you know it's love, baby, just don't have me standin' in the rain
Been takin' these drugs lately, tryna see if I can numb the pain
I don't even want these hoes, all these bitches end up bein' the same
Happy birthday, baby, went and I tattooed her name
Ayy, I'm in that wide-body Maybach hoggin' up the lanes
Ayy, ayy, popular all my life, I don't know what it's like to be a lame
Ayy, ayy, poppin' it all my life, I don't know what it's like to be a stain
Ayy, ayy, rather get rich, no fame, I'm puttin' dope to the same
My bitch was antisocial and then I rolled up
Two cups, I poured up, the Perc' a whole dub
I need a chauffeur, I'm movin' slowed up
They tryna backdoor, I think the door stuck
Ayy, BD first night lil' baby, then I ghost her
Ayy, meet me at pack world, lil' baby, tryna post up
I didn't wanna be Tony, call me Alejandro Sosa
I want you to suck it, baby, come a lil' bit closer
We goin' to Strokers
Ayy, tonight, we goin' to Strokers, ayy
Ayy, tonight, we goin' to Strokers
We goin' to Strokers, ayy
Kick that door, 4
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