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21 lil harold & 21 savage - nookie (pu$y) lyrics

[intro: s+xyy red]
(you gotta motherf+ckin’ feel this sh+t, boy)
p+ssy (banbwoi)
(p+ssy, p+ssy)
s+xyy
(p+ssy, p+ssy)
p+ssy

[verse 1: 21 lil harold]
slob on my kn+b, nine+to+five like a job
i like pullin’ on her braids, i hate when she get a bob (d+mn)
make that ass shake everywhere, bubba sparxxx
f+ck her backseat of this car, i’m the star when it dark (dark)
don’t go nowhere without my chopper (uh)
she gon’ f+ck my partner when we done, i can’t stop her (nah)
your old n+gga tried to box me out, serge ibaka (thirty+six)
i go uncle luke with these hoes, i just toss ’em (toss ’em, toss ’em)
shе get nasty, look up and call me daddy (uh+huh)
every timе i hit it like i never even had it (uh+huh)
ten thousand ones, ’bout to blow this sh+t in magic (phew, phew)
he lookin’ way too hard, i might just rob your baby daddy, he a (baow, baow, baow)

[chorus: s+xyy redd & 21 lil harold]
p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that (p+ssy, p+ssy)
p+ssy (uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up)
your baby daddy, he a b+tch and i’m knowin’ he a
p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy+ass)
i could tell by the way that ass shake, shawty got some good
p+ssy (woah, ah, ah, ah)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that
p+ssy
[verse 2: s+xyy redd]
y+you a p+ssy, i can see it in your eyes (ho)
if you play, i’m on your ass like sh+t on flies (grrah, baow)
heard you be tellin’, we can’t f+ck with none them kind (rat)
all my n+ggas with the sh+t, free the guys (free my n+gga)
p+ssy
the+these hoes p+ssy, b+tches weak
matter fact, speakin’ of p+ssies, your p+ssy smell like feet (ew)
yeah, i look good, but ho, don’t ever think sh+t sweet (s+xyy)
n+northside b+tch, in my purse, i keep that glocky
it’s in your blood, p+ssy n+gga, you can’t help it
your mama lame as f+ck and your daddy known for tellin’ (snitch)
ni+n+gga, you a b+tch, i can sense it and i smell it
sh+shout out to the real n+ggas in the feds jailin’ (free the guys, free the guys)

[chorus: s+xyy redd, 21 lil harold & 21 savage]
p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that (p+ssy, p+ssy)
p+ssy (uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up)
your baby daddy, he a b+tch and i’m knowin’ he a
p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy+ass)
i could tell by the way that ass shake, shawty got some good
p+ssy (woah, grahh, baow, beat it up, beat it up)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that
p+ssy (woah, woah)
[verse 3: 21 savage]
yeah, she married, but she tryin’ to give me p+ssy (21)
if i don’t hit it, i’ma feel like a p+ssy (on god)
it’s borderline seven figures just to book me (21)
she sell p+ssy and she scam, and do hair (21, 21)
she could be from memphis, i ain’t goin’ in there bare (facts)
when i see my opps, all them p+ssies do is stare (p+ssy)
n+gga said he put his hands on me, b+tch, where? (p+ssy)
drop my nuts like i’m king kong (21)
my money need two accountants ’cause the sh+t long (21)
she suck me up and blow my phone up, call her headphone (on god)
cross the street then you get hit ’cause your ass grown (21, 21)

[outro: s+xyy redd, 21 savage & 21 lil harold]
p+ssy
p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy
uh+huh, p+ssy, p+ssy
p+ssy
uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up
p+ssy, p+ssy
p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy

- 21 lil harold 21 savage lyrics

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