Perfect Gentleman (feat. Hope)

This one's goin' out to the strip joints

Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous

For every Go-Go Bar

I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs

Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex

I be seeing y'all up in there late at night

I understand when your girl is stressing you out

(Crazy girls)

Know what I'm saying?

Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas

They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'

Turn up my symphony, man

Turn up my symphony

Drop a beat

I'm in paradise

Look at all these crystals

What's up in scores?

Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody

Working hard tryin' to make that

Money, check it out, y'all

(Giddyup giddyup giddyup)

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Ten grand, let me see you

Shake it like you got no bones in your body

And you was made to be a celebrity

Twenty grand, know it's a sin

But if only you show me a little more skin

It would fulfill my fantasy

Thirty grand, to the highest bidder

But Chris Rock said, "There's no sex

In the champaigne room"

Forty grand, looked into her eyes

I saw tears falling down

Type of tears that money couldn't buy

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Excuse me, what is your name?

Uh, my name is Hope, yo

I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses

Have you any idea how hard this is?

I could flex in 25 positions

But I only work here to pay my tuition

Yo, tantalizing teaser

Table-top pleaser

Give me what I need a

Mastercard or Visa

Lap dance fantasy

Picture us on an all white canopy

Wyclef extended his hand to me

Like Billy D. said he's feelin' me

Take me away from here, so far

Where they ride horses, no cars

No more stripping in bars

Me and you 'Clef, against the odds

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls

Fronting like the Budweiser commercial

Talking 'bout, I-I-I, I don't be going to the strip joints

You lying man

You'd be surprised who you see up in there man

I got one question for you liars, man

Shot callers, what are you, a preacher?

You calling her a hooker?

He without sin cast the first stone

I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card

And told me if I ever have problems

Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Just 'cuz she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Call up my mama

Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?

I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man

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