On The Pole Songtext

Coke Boys

von NY On Top: Year Of The Underdog

On The Pole Songtext
[performed by Boo Citi]

Let me see you strip
Get up on that pole
Drop it to the floor
We growin' money
City boys wanna see you get up on that pole
Twist around and do a flick, come on put on a show
Make your ass clap, let your titties shake
You know how it goes
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole

Okay, get your ass up on that pole
Where your nose, you wanna sniff?
I got potty gold
Look at the diamonds canary like the yellow brick road
I wanna hit it in the morning but I ain't Zay Cole
But first, get your ass up on that pole
Fuck hundred, my God, it's raining triple O's
I'm a coke boy, bricks, I like the triple O
Fuck the po, for a year I've been on parole
It's B Citi beats, yea I'm 'bout my doe
Look at my chain, with a swing I hypnotize 'em all
My nigga French got a lot, we ready to go
You but naked on the pole, that's my kind of show
Sin City get it, perfection let's get it
Cover leather you with me?
Crazy horse are you with me?
Club heat let's get it
King of diamonds, I got it
All the strip club six, let me see you hit it

Let me see you strip
Get up on that pole
Drop it to the floor
We growin' money
City boys wanna see you get up on that pole
Twist around and do a flick, come on put on a show
Make your ass clap, let your titties shake
You know how it goes
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole

I told her hit the bomb
Girl, drop it low
I like a freak freak freak if you getting' no
Everything to go, hotel, bootie, home
Damn you got me in the zone
You need a centerfold
Model big late show
Ridin' right, cardio
Work out, touch your toes
Coke boys, we get along
We throwin' money hoe
Them niggas jail broke
Loud bank got me slop
We smokin' tranc and mo
These pockets on the floor
Mothers comin' through the door
For these dollars twirk son
I don't mind spendin' hunids
Don't let me go to stuntin', crash cart, my style ugly
Always mad like Al Bundy, the south comin'
They recognize the name, these women entertain
Rubbin' money on their titties, they recognize the fame
It's VIP neo city
This money in the bank
Coke boy south nigga
We move 'em out away

Let me see you strip
Get up on that pole
Drop it to the floor
We growin' money
City boys wanna see you get up on that pole
Twist around and do a flick, come on put on a show
Make your ass clap, let your titties shake
You know how it goes
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole
Get up on the pole
Get your ass up on that pole
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