Puss 'N' Boot $ ft. Ling Sports Lyrics

(Yeah)

Give me cred after knocking your boots

And some head shit that knock off my shoes

I won't dead you yet my puss in boots

(Woah)

I won't let up the beat came from Luke

Ain't recognize u little boo, It was dark in dat room, Plus H-Town blew our roof

Socks mix & match, I was amused

Clip you Zubac, got ties up in Europe

Houston, shit damn think I mentioned to soon

Must be off syrup, Ram you like Coop

Sax-phone I play you, ghost bust then I book it

Book it like Dana White does with promotion

It's Mister Cheat on you with stu

Listen I'm in the booth & just popped a tooth

I'm talking like Lawler, That's Rave Principle

The principle, Nigga got princess pull

Pull up on my timing, when I hit your phone

Hit my best spitter tho, fire in booth

So many styles, man I got the groupies

Round 3 AM, shawty got it no bullshit

I bought some zips not the rental, more dope

& the way that I'm hitting Daisy Duke is over

In power bomb 'sitions, throw u bove my shoulders

David Bautista? More like Bubba Dudley

& Table these bitches, even Mae no young ins

Fountain of youth, bump Nipsey when I hustle

Ain't movin bricks or shoot 'em I ain't tRussell

Duskin a Dawn, Well Hayek we could tussle

(Damn)

(Yeah)

Give me cred' after knocking your boots

And some head shit that knock off my shoes

I won't dead you yet my puss in boots

(Woah)

I won't let up the beat from Luke

Off her numbers in box, issa a movie

Chest or box bitch I'm robbing all loot

(Uh huh)

When we was kids, we played with the poppers

Every penny gon' need her Oscar

So I check up on her like a doctor

Or niggas gon' ride and rock it

That pussy Mustang, I'ma dodge it

Automatic in tune it's a Honda

She frontin' on niggas up behind her

I keep it on the fold, no binder

(No Cap)

(Wait)

It's funny, but funny get hit

No love, that money ain't shit

Yeah, this one for Sonny and Rick

Boy, they call me a dog like Vick

They gon' watch how I learn how to switch

In position, I be learnin' from a Mitch

Need a little baby, stir it with a kick

Get me hot, I be burnin' like a whip

Get in her boots, I be learnin' how to flip

No kids, but she learnin' how to trick

Up and down, we be goin' to town

Toy, baby, we ain't toyin' around

I be feelin' love while you be lovin' you down

That head gon' deserve a prayer

And that pussy gon' deserve a pound

DK, I'ma swerve around

Clock out, but I be workin' you out

Funny how all the virgins be twerkin' out

Then they go to church without a doubt

But that stomach be hurtin' you now

Last night, no cap, last night, no cap, no cap

Uh-huh, I was snackin' those boots

God,

(Aight, Let me here that)