Slippin' - Slowdown Mix

She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She took it to the top
 And went straight down into a split
 Lil' Mama so slim
 But yet she so thick
 She agile
 Her and her girls gone wild
 Pull the cash out
 Now all her friends like Wow
 She dancing on stage
 With that "I wanna fuck" face
 As long as you throwing
 Big faces her way
 Intoxicating the way
 She move her move her waist
 Slippin down that pole
 Rotating like 28"s
 She slippin down the pole
 I'm sippin on Patrón
 Check this chick out
 God damn that ass swole
 I got a lot of cash
 And I'm bout to throw it
 Make it rain for real
 You'd swear it's pouring
 I'm Throwing Ones, Fives,
 Tens, and Dubs out
 I'll have it raining Franklins (Baby)
 I don't fuck around
 I wanna see you
 Poppin that ass
 Gone throw it up for me
 Go to droppin that ass
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 Yeah
 It's DJ Fckm, Scissors to paper I cut' em
 Excuse me dear
 Are you related to a flag
 The way you go up and down the pole
 You got me going mad
 I'm throwing Fifties and some Hundreds
 Tens, Twenties and all
 You keep shaking that ass
 And I might take you to the mall
 You flashy just like a star
 Keep shaking it like a incense
 Put that fire out
 She dropping it like a slinky
 Lil Mama got me tipsy
 Her body intoxicating
 Slow motion just watch her shake it
 The pole can just barely take it
 That ass so swole
 From all these n.ig.g.a.z slapping dollars on ya
 Well I'ma gon head
 Pop a rubber band on ya
 Hundred after hundred
 Catch it fore it hit the floor
 Hold on, hold on
 I'm bout to throw some more
 I need some of that
 Putty cat
 Hold on let me see that ass
 From the back
 Here it goes another stack
 And another one
 For your home girl
 Cause my dawg want that other one
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin, She, She (Slip slip slippin)
 She Slippin (Slip slip slippin)
 Down that pole falling from the ceiling
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