Strip Club Dummy

That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
[Verse 1: Duddy B & (Eminem)
She stayed away from stages
Told her friends they was brainless
Maintained it, and stayed a waitress
Grew tired of making minimum wages
Decided to take her clothes off to get famous
Well, that didn't work out
She ended up on (stages) collecting (wages)
Dancing (naked, strangers) let's turn the pages
That's where I come in, and the story really begins
Don't wanna ruin the ending, but she wins
It started out on the "let's be friends" tip
A twenty, a fifty, anything under a bent tip
She's sitting on your lap, you're shooting the shit
Catching a breeze, leaning forward and ready to leave
She stops and drops and rubs on your knee
Ta-ta-ta whispers in your ear
"Hey boy, come follow me"
Oh, you wanna go, your dick would agree
Little do you know, this chick's got tricks up her sleeve

That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
[Verse 2: Duddy B & (Eminem)
Your wallet's telling you you outta cash
She's telling you they got an ATM stashed somewhere in the back
She bends down showing you the ass crack
Looks back, "Ooh, ahh, boy, you know you wanna smack that"
You agree fast, pin number, cash fast
The relationship between you and your money doesn't last
Too long, pull out three hundred and pass it along
Pay for the song, now she's in a thong
"Now boy, you be a gentleman, hands under the seat
And if you be a good boy, I'ma give you a treat"
Now she leans in, she's being discreet
"For three hundred more, I guarantee you cum in your seat"
Whoa, well gee, that sounds neat, but kinda messy
She covered my mouth and started to undress me
With that look in her eyes, she parted her thighs
And grinded on my jeans
Damn, I hate jeans, why the hell did I wear jeans?

That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
[Verse 3: Duddy B & (Eminem)
She's screaming out in ecstasy
And now her left breast's sitting right next to me
And she reaches down, she grabs Steve-o
Gives it a heave-o, now she's making Steve-o Nemo
"I know you like it slow, I know you want more"
It's back to the ATM and pull out four
Back in the booth, she's naked, grinding, grabbing on the rails
DJ's playing "Fuck You Like an Animal" by Nine Inch Nails
"You wanna touch it?" Uh, you grab her breast
She grabs D, you scream (Ahh!), she screams (Ahh!)
"You fucking pervert, you better leave"
You say, "What the fuck you mean?"
"This ain't no dream, I'm calling Cheech"
The bouncer's rushing in, saying, "What's going on, man?"
You reply, "I don't know, I paid for the song, man"
"You got it wrong, what you need to do is move the fuck on"
And like that, she's gone, and so is your money
Hope you learned this lesson from me
Don't be a strip club dummy

That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta
That Gucci dress, that Prada bra
I wanna see, your ta-ta-ta

Your ta-ta-ta, your ta-ta-ta
Your ta-ta-ta, your ta-ta-ta
I wanna see, I wanna see
Your ta-ta-ta
Strip clubs are evil, wait for the sequel