Whoa (feat. Tiptoe Papi)
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
First in foremost
I'm not even supposed to be here
& Damn you aggressive
You wonder woman for real
I see you flying
Up and down the pole
Like fuck gravity huh
You asking me Questions
Tryna finesse me
Pshh
Girl I'm Your blessing
I'm tryna relax
Turn around
Let me see that thang
From the back
Yeah
I like that ass fat
To compliment the cat
Can't fuck with no flap jack
How can you help?
Oooh
You gotta prove yourself baby
Whoa!
Stop!
I got the gwap
Show me what to got
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
You're so persistent
You got me convinced
She got the moves
Oh you in the mood
What you wanna do
I've had too many drinks
To think
I just wanna yeaeyeaeyea
We can shag now or shag later
Don't worry bout paper
It's all on me
I'm Chris Greene
Don't 4 Get The E
I'm usually in the A
& Now I'm in the Bay
Gotta stay away from sweets
But it's hard
when she got that cake
No Cap
It'll hit you back
Whoa there
Better Put on a show
Or it's a wrap
Oh Yeah
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
When I Walk off in the room
It's just TTP
I'm throwing ones on these strippers Baby follow me
I want them strippers
them big booty bitches
NICE with candy apples
And they from them trenches
They get down
when they hear that gun sound
walk off in the party
With the safety off
She heard about a nigga
That's that word-of-mouth
Andthat's TTP
And that's just TipToe papi
I walk off in the room &
Can't nobody stop me... Salute
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
First in foremost
I'm not even supposed to be here
& Damn you aggressive
You wonder woman for real
I see you flying
Up and down the pole
Like fuck gravity huh
You asking me Questions
Tryna finesse me
Pshh
Girl I'm Your blessing
I'm tryna relax
Turn around
Let me see that thang
From the back
Yeah
I like that ass fat
To compliment the cat
Can't fuck with no flap jack
How can you help?
Oooh
You gotta prove yourself baby
Whoa!
Stop!
I got the gwap
Show me what to got
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
You're so persistent
You got me convinced
She got the moves
Oh you in the mood
What you wanna do
I've had too many drinks
To think
I just wanna yeaeyeaeyea
We can shag now or shag later
Don't worry bout paper
It's all on me
I'm Chris Greene
Don't 4 Get The E
I'm usually in the A
& Now I'm in the Bay
Gotta stay away from sweets
But it's hard
when she got that cake
No Cap
It'll hit you back
Whoa there
Better Put on a show
Or it's a wrap
Oh Yeah
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
When I Walk off in the room
It's just TTP
I'm throwing ones on these strippers Baby follow me
I want them strippers
them big booty bitches
NICE with candy apples
And they from them trenches
They get down
when they hear that gun sound
walk off in the party
With the safety off
She heard about a nigga
That's that word-of-mouth
Andthat's TTP
And that's just TipToe papi
I walk off in the room &
Can't nobody stop me... Salute
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass to the flo
Put on a show
Put on a show
Left cheek left cheek
Right cheek right cheek
I know you want my chips
Let me see you split
Why you feelin on my
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Dontrell Lampton
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