Strippers & Chances

(album: Mr. Midnight - 2019)

[Larry June:]
Cardo got wings
So, you know
I hit the strip club with my brother Jay Worthy
You know what I'm sayin'?
Something slight, seeking inspiration
You know what I'm saying, if I crack something I crack something
If I don't, I don't
Two mojitos, please
Numbers

Lately, baby, I been on some other shit (Other shit)
Gotta make it happen on some thuggish shit (Thuggish shit)
Nights on the road with my son and shit (Son and shit)
I'm barely even sleeping, shit
I been outta the game, I been boarding these planes
Dealing with a lot of shit but I don't never complain
I know she looking down on me, I know she got my back
And I'd trade anything to have them old days back
Took that fear out my heart and I went harder
Had to move smarter, get my life in order
You gotta keep going no matter what
Shit, you can't step it up 'til you step it up
Fuck it, let's hit the strip club

Baby, keep going, bend that over, run it back
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
I'm back at it, going hard, never switch
And got no love for a punk rock bitch
Baby, keep going, bend that over, run it back
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
I'm back at it, going hard, never switch
And got no love for a punk rock bitch

[Jay Worthy:]
Baby, keep hoing, I ain't tell you to come in off the blade
I need it all, whole thousand, so, baby, keep going
Still snowing, I ain't never had no other than that
Look like a blizzard but it summertime in Oakland
Ain't you three worthy? Sprite dirty, that's early
Dancing on the pole, that bitch was slapping Jay Worthy
Know the streets heard me, I'm that nigga from the two L
Brown chocolate mink looking smoother than Nutell'
Remember posting all them ads just in hopes that she would do well?
Had to prep her right because you know these bitches do tell
Pull up in that Lex, bubble-eye, new car smell
Terrell Owens, baby, keep going

[Larry June:]
Baby, keep going, bend that over, run it back
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
I'm back at it, going hard, never switch
And got no love for a punk rock bitch
Baby, keep going, bend that over, run it back
Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
I'm back at it, going hard, never switch
And got no love for a punk rock bitch