A school administrator was reassigned exclaiming “they look like strippers”

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A school administrator at Farmington Hills Harrison  was reassigned after witnessing a pep rally routine from cheerleaders and exclaiming “they look like strippers.” Oddly enough the song they were dancing to was about strippers. Check out the lyrics, both explicit, and clean.

The offensive lyrics were not heard in the gymnasium during the routine, but the context of the song was clear during the routine and the reaction of the students.

The video can be seen here.

Clean Lyrics to the Second song in the video:
Rake It Up by Yo Gotti

Aw, this strip club anthem, n***a, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
F*** it up, f*** it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
F*** it up, f*** it up, f*** it up, f*** it up
F*** it up, f*** it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that n***a (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ f*** it up, f*** it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a n***a pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the p***y, pay for the p***y (pay), wait for the p***y, wait for the p***y (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the p***y, pray for the p***y

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Explicit Lyrics to Rake It Up by Yo Gotti

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

Lyrics to the third song in the video:

Clean Lyrics to Everybody Mad by O.T. Genasis

Yeah
They ain’t gon’ like you
They ain’t gon’ like me

I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I’m getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old n***a from the block
The same old n***a with the pot
The same old n***a from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back

I done spent a whole lotta time overseas
Doublin’ my money ’cause you I want cheese
I been in my hometown playin’ with the keys
When they fell off the boat, yeah I’m talking ’bout Belize
I know it’s a whole lotta n***as that was hatin’
I know it’s a whole lotta b****es that was taken
So I shut them  n***as up, b****es feelin’ us
Always knew that I was sick, so I had to stay patient
Takin’ over summer n***a, tell me what’s the bid?
Heard you still cuffin’, n***a a tell me what it is?
You ain’t payin’ no bills, buyin’ no bags, buyin’ no heels
God d*** let a b**** live
All I see is 20’s, 50’s, 100’s
If it ain’t quarter mil’, f*** the whip I don’t want it
‘Bout to make these n***a sick to they stomach​

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Explicit lyrics to Everybody Mad by O.T. Genasis:

Yeah
They ain’t gon’ like you
They ain’t gon’ like me

I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I’m getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back

I done spent a whole lotta time overseas
Doublin’ my money ’cause you I want cheese
I been in my hometown playin’ with the keys
When they fell off the boat, yeah I’m talking ’bout Belize
I know it’s a whole lotta niggas that was hatin’
I know it’s a whole lotta bitches that was taken
So I shut them niggas up, bitches feelin’ us
Always knew that I was sick, so I had to stay patient
Takin’ over summer nigga, tell me what’s the bid?
Heard you still cuffin’, nigga tell me what it is?
You ain’t payin’ no bills, buyin’ no bags, buyin’ no heels
God damn let a bitch live
All I see is 20’s, 50’s, 100’s
If it ain’t quarter mil’, fuck the whip I don’t want it
‘Bout to make these niggas sick to they stomach

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