Yo…
She ain’t out in the club, nah…
She bring the club to me…
East coast vibe — real raw… check it.
She don’t need no singles, baby got my bands tucked,
Throw it in the kitchen, while she dancin’ with her pants up.
Twerk game vicious, heels on the granite,
Booty like a storm, make a grown man panic.
Lingerie assassin, body like a weapon,
Work that pole in the hallway — no question.
Lap dance legend, private show flexin’,
Shorty got me stressin’ — blessin' every session.
Wife actin’ like a stripper, polishin’ my pole,
Givin’ me a fever, she’s snatchin’ all control.
No stage lights, just that robe on the floor,
She the queen of the castle — and the bedroom encore.
Yeah, she polish my pole, like she cleanin' chrome,
Make me wanna call in sick, never leave home.
Grindin’ to the beat with a moan in her tone,
East coast love, baby bad to the bone.
Ayo, dinner still hot, but she hotter than the stove,
Bouncin’ like she Cardi, got my eyes in a roll.
Thigh highs tight, got me losin’ all control,
Swear I saw God when she dropped it real low.
Ain’t no club tricks — she a grown-ass goddess,
Pop it like she practicin', body so flawless.
Talkin' dirty in my ear, voice smooth like polish,
She got me prayin' nightly just to keep this promise.
Wife actin’ like a stripper, polishin’ my pole,
Dancin’ in the mirror with that savage soul.
No VIP needed, we the show on patrol,
She the headliner, centerfold with the goal.
Yeah, she polish my pole, like she waxin' a ride,
Legs wrapped tight, like we ‘bout to collide.
A freak with a purpose, and nothin’ to hide,
That East Coast love, where the real ones reside.
No need for clubs, she bring the show home,
Workin' like a vet — that passion full-grown.
Lights down low, and the stereo blown…
She my stripper, my queen — polishin’ that throne.
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