Dickie Delaine - Spittin While She Strippin lyrics

[Intro] Spittin tippin sippin, strippers strippen flippin VIPin Spinnin away from sinnin but this evening this is how we livin [Verse 1] There she go Hoppin up the pole Strippin to rock n' roll Hip hop in my soul There she goes Dancin for those dollars And she hears those hollas And I'm spitten, tippen, sippen co*ktails Me clappin, booties clappin Three cuties in my lap and They're Latin and I'm rappin And I'm slappin lookin dap and On the map, on this rack I'm the mack on this track On this back, fond of crack Blond and black, that's what's hap And I'm on top of the world, word Free-styling like you never heard, nerd Dancin tens, droppin Benjamins on Cinemons Spitten synonyms better than Eminem's Go baby, got dough baby, got flow baby, drop it low baby It's the Dick lookin sick with wit, spitten quick in the ViP Tippin everybody [Chorus] Spittin, spittin while she strippin, spittin while she's strippin Spittin, while she's strippin, strippen, strippin Tippin, tippin while she strippin, tippin while she strippin Tippin while she strippin, strippin, strippin Sippin, sippin while she strippen, sippin while she strippin Sippin while she strippin, strippin, strippen, strippin Spittin tippin sippin, strippers strippen flippin VIPin Spinnin away from sinnin but this evening this is how we livin [Verse 2] There she go Workin it Twerkin it Flirtin it while I'm blurtin it Off stage, she engage like tiger out of cage Half my age, in a daze and I'm spraying like a twelve gage Boom boom, bootie bang bang pune tang Boom boom, bootie bang bang pune tang Tongue in my ear, like a q-tip no fear Dear drinks my beer feelin near my rear Feeling kind of famous like Greg Kinear My an*s might be haenous but craps better than my name is She ask me for a dance, she from France, I take a glance I check my stance, check my lance, in a trance, take a chance Me and momma do the cha cha oo la la, papa dada with a gaga make her ha ha Go baby got dough baby got flow baby drop it low baby Its the Dick lookin sick with wit, spittin quick in the VIP tippin everybody [Chorus] [Verse 3] She's hot, but I'm hotter Now I'm strippin and I'm spittin hotter than Sean Carter Holla, tossin my balls like a Harlem Globe Trotter Balla, toss the dolla the next Macklemore but taller I'm Magic Mike, flip a dyke strippin out-a-sight Spittin tight, lick no bite, cellulite my kryptomite High like kite, rhymes so right, moves like Mr. Dynamite Damn I might, be like Mike, and Moonwalk tonight Money rain dang, Crystal champaign twisting my thang Rapping singing, candy cane lane, hung in you can hang I'm the ying the yang, the brawn the brain Lebron of the game, Dickie Delaine Drop the dough I got flow, hot from head down to toe I got the green and the bling from the queen Winning like Charlie Sheen, I'm King, I'm keen, check Bing Bigger than Adam Levine and now I'm leaving [Chorus]