Strip Club Husband - Kool Keith

Rain on a snagga puss, strip club husband

Rain on it

So you workin in a strip club girl, you like yo ass rub

I give you a lecture make it rain like Phil Spector

Football players throwin millions in ma section, I sit back wid hard erection

Everybody texting, your pussy look like wild westin

Cash ma cheque, let me stick ma cheque in

Your ass look like d great mountain I gotta climb tho

Dick hard, I won’t come down, fireman pole

Wid high heels look how you slide down, sittin your fine ass on ma pretty face

You say my balls taste like grapes

You like em wid a finer wine, the big ass you got on yo back is hard to find

Bitch you act like you forgot what I spent

Just ma dick comin in d door was all your rent

Sittin up like a boss so sick I give you money

You say you so moist your pussy taste like lunch meat

Maybach convertible, canary parked across d street

Ma slacks got yo slime on em (slime on em)

Rain on a snagga puss, strip club husband

Rain on a snagga puss

Strip club, strip-strip club, stri-stri-stri-strip club, club strip club

Strip club, stri-stri-strip, strip club, strip club, stri-stri, strip club

Now I’m a hundred in d hole, I’m lookin up in d asshole

Mami’s sittin with Rick Ross I’m countin

Ma girls look like Christina, they take they panties off

Rolls Royce is outside, Dan Marino see d stars

New York Nikki bocky, d pimps call me J. R

Brand new Porsches, trunks packed wit bikinis an bras

Tricks up all night, Biscayne boulevard, I’m makin em bite

Coco Brown I can’t believe last night

I woke up in d bed, fuckin d baddest stripper dat look like Jessica White

Magnum condom, d pussy was high

In d club wit black patrone, they call me bat mike

Batman’s younger brother, poppin bottles with Neyo an Usher

VIP, she want me to put on d rubber

The strippin french fries, get accustomed