Greetings
A party at the club, I'm out to get laid.
Strippers hitting the pole to get the money I fade.
I got a private booth with a waitress to serve,
wearing a g-string set that compliments her curves.
Like the mad hatter of Alice in Wonderland,
Keeping a joker in my hat; is why I can
hold down the house with the dollars
that I'm playing.
Cursing the streets after the clubs have closed,
looking for the honeys out striking a pose;
spotting the ones that will come out their clothes.
Taking them home, the parties on;
i got the fellows in the back drinking patron.
Under a twilight roof just like at the astro dome.
A monster truck parked in my yard
with a big huge flag of me tipping my dobbs.
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