Correction Lyrics 19 Dolla Lapdance by Suga Free

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(Look here) I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
(Look here) I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - look here

Uh, you n***as is suckaz, if you was starvin’, I wouldn’t give yo’ ass a crumb
You’re like an overcooked steak, b*t*h, you’re well past done (b*t*h)
I got some news you could use
Some of you dudes playin’ football with basketball rules
It’s game involved, don’t try to compare it
Tellin’ your side b*t*h all your business and she repeatin’ it like a parrot
Don’t get it twisted, don’t call me daddy, don’t call me your highness
If I stick my fist out, you better kiss it (Look here)
I’ll have her sprung like some dope
I’ll have a b*t*h all in her emotions and choked up like Latrell Sprewell did his coach (Mmm)
You baddest chick in the room
And I bet your coochie so good that it need to be trademarked, LegalZoom (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
I’m tryna get rich
But see, you hardheaded and divisive, you wanna be a vindictive b*t*h
I got the righter way
b*t*h, get out there and get me my fetti so I can put it on my cousin books in JK

I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
(Look here) I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - look here

Go right
b*t*h, you had the same amount of time in a day as Raven-Symoné but you chose to be nobody
And who flaunts you?
You’re like the first piece of bread, b*t*h
Everybody want a sandwich but nobody wants you
So pass the plate
’Cause b*t*h, f**kin’ with me, the only way you gon’ get laid is to crawl up a chicken ass and wait
Ayy, pimp of the year, vet
If you stay ready, you ain’t gotta get ready
I sampled the b*t*h but she ain’t cleared yet
Ayy, it’s too tight for you
My name Suga Free the pimp, b*t*h, not Larry H. Parker, I won’t fight for you
She hella into me
Got outta pocket one day, slapped her and asked her
“What do you think of Einstein’s theory of relativity?”
Ayy, thicker than cash
I ain’t lyin’, one day, I wore out three pairs of kneecaps kickin’ her ass
Get next to this
Ho, I’ll come down these flight of stairs on your ass like that b*t*h did on The Exorcist

(Look here) I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
(Look here) I got 19 dollars for a lap dance
But I only got a dollar for a cigarette
Get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - get it, get it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - get it, get it now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh - look here

Look here
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