Tag: Tru Religion


2 Chainz – I Luv Dem Strippers lyrics




Let’s play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

First I back back, Louie backpack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention, your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud, everybody listen
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

2 Chainz, you f*cking crazy, motherf*ckers know I’m f*cking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch, I rep that rich gang. Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin’ for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes that’s why I’m crowned queen, and I ain’t lookin’ for the prom king
These hoes’ careers ain’t promising, killing these bitches – crime scene
Oh, that’s how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
This sh*t hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Oh, hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine,
I wish a bitch could

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

Wait I don’t even think these niggas understood what the f*ck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could
2 Chainz!




Nasty C – Good Girls & Snapchat Hoes (Bad Hair Extensions Album)




Part 1
Good Girls

[Hook]
Good girls stay home
And keep they fingers on they phone
Cause they all friends with some bad girls
And they never go to bed on they own
Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
But if we talking tight clothes or wild role
I might put some wings on that ass (shit)
Angel shit, I came fast
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her

[Verse 1]
You got a different ring tone for your mamma
Don’t you?
But you never answer when she calls
You just out here in the streets
Doing damage with your dawgs
Pretty lady in a day, turned a savage in the dark
Sunglasses and some advil
Fake jewelry but the ass real
Bee stings from a bumble bee
Booty big enough to keep her company
But she’s down and up the street
Ohh yeah, I Instagram-booming
Twittercam-booming, Snapchat-booming
Standard Bank muting
Capture that, zoom in
Ain’t that shit insane
Every Uber she in requested by a different name
Learning different things, cause she’s on a trip to fame
That means every time she rides me
It feels like a different lane
Dirty as a D but her friend kept in clean
How her ring finger got a motherfucking crystal stain
Crazy how it turned out, Crazy how it turned out
All that you Tru Religion and you’ve never seen a church house
You ask her how she doing, she’ll be quick to let the word out
And all she says is "if you put the work in, it will work out
Cause…

[Hook]
Good girls stay home
And keep they fingers on they phone
Cause they all friends with some bad girls
And they never go to bed on they own
Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
But if we talking tight clothes or wild role
I might put some wings on that ass (shit)
Angel shit, I came fast
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her

*beat switch*

Part 2
Snapchat Hoes

[Verse 1]
She had her ass so hazardous
Gigantic titts, Goddamn she thick
I had to grab them sheets
But she a snake-ass bitch got fangs and shit
Always holding out her hands and shit
But she only after the cash and shit
She won’t get a penny if my mans don’t hit
You ain’t got no reason to be scandalous
Out here demanding shit, thinking you got it
Cause what’s busting out them pants is thick
Bitch look in the ocean, is a gang of fish
Look in my eyes and see the standards Miss
Miss me with the C, things between me and Sam
Was just, not strong the bond was weakening
The distance was too long to reconnect
Her patience and arms too short to reach for me
I’m going through something, watch your tone
When you speak to me
That bullshit has got to hit the streets for me
That bullshit is both shit and pee to me
That bullshit is just sounding like Greek to me
I like my bitches quiet as a mute man
I like my bitches grounded like some shoes man
I like my bitches wetter than a loo man
I like my bitches naked as the truth man
Right now, ain’t no time to waste around here
It ain’t no time to rest around here
Cause the fame come and go
And the bitches come and go
And the money come and go, just like some guests around here
But I’m G.O.O.D, young Kanye West around here
And if my Kardashian snaps, she gets served
Not snapping like the rest around here
And so I need a side, play the brains with her breasts around here

[Outro]
She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe
She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe
She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe