Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing
Dancing with models and nights still seem new
'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you
Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/
Open up your contacts then scroll
I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal
Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole
There's no dancing for you tonight.
Must be a lady in tha light
On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole
Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
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