Pu$$y (feat. Billy Blue) Lyrics

Pu$$y (Explicit) - Lupe Fiasco (鲁佩·菲亚斯科)/Billy Blue

Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the ni**a

At the end when the time come

Get the drop on the w**d spot

Like there's too much water in the tea pot huh

Lord have Murcielagos on the poor ni**a pour ni**a

They adore the event of war

Down force on the doors of adored niggas

Does the Lord like to thank award winners

And the war winners'll rewards inner

Or the all-enders ain't the pure chemists

So the form in this can be

Raw in this like the porn business

Keen to king 'til the 'til the pawn hit us

If he goes half a million sold sold the soul going gold

In the end will it go to the pawn business

You ain't doing nothing with it

Let a ni**a get it for the low-low-low-low

Lames tried to form it

Brains couldn't storm it like a Ororo-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

In the Philippines eating chicken wings

Smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-do

Vatos fiascos vocos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo

Gadget go go go go go

Ratchet ho ho ho ho ho

Santa ho ho ho ho ho

K-Ci Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo

Brown skin brother in a fed box at

The hell lil' ni**a live there for months

Except these young black males wouldn't drive

If you give them trucks

Ni**a ni**a ni**a what

I don't give a give a give a f**k

With a with a with a mind full of money

Pockets full of nothing

Niggas gonna feel what a ni**a feel

Always been a winner ever since beginner

All the way to the end and never ever been a p**sy

P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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Lord please keep these diablo niggas off a ni**a mind

Lord please keep these diablo niggas off a ni**a spine

Lord please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these ni**a lie

These ni**a lie these ni**a lie

These ni**a lie these ni**a lie

Lord please forgive me for the sinning

Sinning please forgive me for the snitching to the Lord

Openin' for businesses to the ribbon niggas wanting to get in

Open up the doors

Son wanna feel 'em open up the ceiling

Niggas start tripping open up the floor

Trap like Indiana Jones looking for a map

That I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hat

Coffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my back

Dream so real niggas die taking one of my naps

Mattress full of money monster under that sheets full of raps

Comfort for the weak sleep for the whack

Party while you slumber

Tell 'em money coming jump in my sack

Niggas wanna exercise

Exercise I-X-I ain't no jumpin' my jack

If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car ni**a

That's a gun in my lap

Hurdle to the tire chariots of fire

I'm a flyer take you under my flap

Is he going nuts Is he going bolts

No going both running my track

Ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a

Ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a what

I just figure figure

Figure you gon' be a ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a what

And since niggas is faster than them white folks on the tracks

White folks tightrope like both

I could be a sprintin' ni**a

Nik Wallenda runnin' over rap

I higher higher wire

You a wire on a power pad running over that

Running over that running over that

Running over that running over that

Five time winner five-nine fine line thinner

Einstein mind mind bender

Fine dine nine wine find coc*ine in my mind's antenna

P**sy

P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

Real ni**a Twitter what

P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

Real ni**a Twitter what

P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

Real ni**a Twitter what

P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a

P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

Real ni**a Twitter what

P**sy

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