Lyrics Old Man Saxon – Stripper Tune
Text:
Throwing big blues on em all up on ya boo
What you wanna do homie
What you wanna do
Say she wanna cruise homie
So we on the move homie
Yea she bout to drop that shit
She bout to back that shit
I’m bout to flip that shit
I’m bout to pack that shit
Yea she bout to drop that shit
She bout to back that shit
I’m bout to flip that shit
I’m bout to pack that shit
I’m slapping fools
I’m apt in pool
I’m back on bull
Y’all just acting cool
I’m not no fool
So just stop the shit
Let’s get high everybody
Call me doctor nick
Yea she popped the shit
She wasn’t forgetting to swallow
We ain’t messing with these shooters babe we getting a bottle
I had to piss in a pothole
Now I’m getting lit in a grotto
With a couple fifths and some lotto tixs take a hit and I’m fabbo
This that fresh shit that I’m kicking breakfast real quick fits click on a mission
Yea yea
Yea yea
What a living
On my toes when I’m tipping
Everywhere I go I fit it bitch
It just ends on em
Wanna fake that funk don’t depend on em
Playa
Get a spliff get some dough get a rack
I’m in your town where you at
She bout to drop that shit
She bout to back that shit
I’m bout to flip that shit
I’m bout to pack that shit
She bout to drop that shit
She bout to back that shit
I’m bout to flip that shit
I’m bout to pack that shit
Throwing big blues on em all up on ya boo
What you wanna do homie
What you wanna do
Say she wanna cruise homie
Say she want to cruise
So we on the move homie
I was into Jelly beans
Now I’m into fire arms and selling things
Let me know when the shades out playa
And I will quietly top Tommy way out playa
Too hot for that
On la playa I been kicking it like CONCACAF
Don’t call me sire I’m just saying I just want the cash
Two blunts on the dash
Three on the pass
Is that too much to ask
Don’t crash it
Nigga ain’t passive
Little bit aggressive when I’m tripping for the cabbage
Nigga you ain’t have it
For these bad habits pick yo teeth off the ground
Man my beat bout to pound
