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Tyga - Stripper Girl [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
John Sammis
John Sammis
Songwriter
Nicholas Niko Lora
Nicholas Niko Lora
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyga
Tyga
Producer
Yume
Yume
Producer
Samantha Henry
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kingsley the Corgi
Kingsley the Corgi
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walking out the club, girl, sun is coming up, girl
Already know what's up, girl
Aye, bag is full of ones, girl, I can't ever judge, girl
Did four years of college, but you been going dumb, girl
This ain't your forever thing, you just having fun, girl
I know what you want
[Verse 2]
You living for right now, you sliding up and down
Your ass just hit the ground, you bringing in the crowd
The owner need you 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Your ass just hit the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
You made it to the top, you dancing on the yacht
You waving at the opps, I think I see a opp
You made it at the top, you repping for your block
You waving off the shots, no one can tell you stop
This Maybach got a drop, this payback to the thots
You got the club on lock, they know just how you rock
They know just how you rock, that booby trap your spot
Eleven is your spot, you turned LIV to your spot
[Chorus]
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass
[Verse 3]
Okay, you're famous in Miami, famous in the A
Everywhere you go, everybody know your name
Living like you made it, I know you work so hard
You bought your mom a car, you turned into a star
You made it to the top, you dancing on the yacht
You waving at the opps, I think I see a opp
You made it at the top, you repping for your block
You waving off the shots, no one can tell you stop
This Maybach got a drop, this payback to the thots
You got the club on lock, they know just how you rock
They know just how you rock, that booby trap your spot
Eleven is your spot, you turned LIV to your spot
[Chorus]
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass clap, clap
They came to see that ass
[Outro]
Hey, just calling to see where you're at
We leaving the club so let me know
I love you and I can't wait to see you soon
Written by: John Sammis, Michael Ray Stevenson, Nicholas Niko Lora
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