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e-40 – pussy niggaz lyrics

[intro: e-40]
what is it? e-freezy up in this motherf-ker y’all
we got that n-gga scr-ppy up in this motherf-ker mane
we got that n-gga bohagon up in this motherf-ker mane
we got bme up in this b-tch n-gga
yeah, what is it though? yeah..
yeah, let’s monster up on these squares

[hook: bohagon & lil scr-ppy]
i won’t play no games with you p-ssy n-ggas
i f-ck around pull a thang on you p-ssy n-ggas
i’m too clean to try that sw-ng with you p-ssy n-ggas
i go bang b-bang bang on you p-ssy n-ggas
i won’t play no games with you p-ssy n-ggas
i f-ck around pull a thang on you p-ssy n-ggas
i’m too clean to try that sw-ng with you p-ssy n-ggas
i go bang b-bang bang on you p-ssy n-ggas

[verse 1: e-40]
i full a hover rock on a yola track fit
fl!cking yellow tape like jocking
bullet casings on da sidewalk on da soil block we fl!ckin’ making da
yedi dat we earn fresh braids and cavadesses ‘n’ dem dreadlocks n dem perms
we sl!cker den worm sperm
mouthpiece mayne
yea i hear ya ninja mi ninja
we can talk our way outta
anything
con your wife out her wedding ring
manipulate (what else?)
i can sell a freddy krueger acid dream
magazine street laced and groomed
dr. k pimp then a tycoon
i smell like sucka repellent
you smell like perfume
if this was a kids party you wouldn’t pop a balloon
n-gga you go all good
n-gga i go all bad
my music be in the hood
your music be in a pad
some of my n-ggas smoke backwoods
some of my n-ggas smoke zags
my n-ggas be catching bodies
your n-ggas be catching caps

[verse 2: bohagon]
y’all n-ggas ain’t real, you just some play play
i knew you didn’t sit on death row like dre day
have you ever seen rugers, pumps, and ak’s?
ya gangsta with hey hey hey, you don’t say?
hk called quite a melee now, don’t they?
scare witnesses so d-mn bad they don’t say
this game will scare n-ggas so bad they won’t play
sh-t, a n-gga might draw down spray and then escape
i’m the truth in the booth
or whether i’m bustin through da cutl-ss coupe
a man shot right before the cops come through
straight no chaser, 180 proof, ghetto child on the loose
off top y’all n-ggas don’t know who i am
i’m bohagon b-tch, i blam, blam, blam
i don’t give a d-mn don’t f-ck with my fam
‘hagon, e-40, scr-p’, my pistol don’t jam
bme cl!ck, b-tch!

[verse 3: lil scr-ppy]
it’s to my advantage to call a challenge
knocking my ballads and i bet you won’t say sh-t
any n-gga with b-lls straight knock off his face quick
i can keep turnin’ my cheek but i ain’t got the patience
all energized up and blown up for the camera
you don’t want me to get gorilla and bam you
slam you and then put you down in a hammer
boy looking miserable because he ran out of stamina
roll up a blunt like some blue mint sleeve
make you fade to black like your name was jay-z
hey baby, you will never take me
straight ready baby, rolled up on the street
all my enemies lay it down on your knees
or i’ll be forced to release [?], n-gga please!
make every n-gga bleed in your clique
like they was sick with some kind of disease

[outro: e-40]
yea n-gga, the definition of a p-ssy n-gga
a p-ssy n-gga’s a square -ss motherf-cker
that like to pillow talk, that like to roll over on motherf-ckers a turn affidavit
you know what i’m talking about?
that’d do anything to please a b-tch man
i mean whether selling out his own motherf-cking brother man
thats a p-ssy n-gga man, you dig?
i mean what is it mayne, know what i’m talking about?
it’s e-feezy up in this b-tch mane
talking to you square -ss n-ggas man, we ain’t with your square sh-t mane
we with the player sh-t mane, you know?
yee, talk to me i talk back mane
it’s bme mane, sick with it still in this b-tch too, don’t get it twisted
that n-gga scr-ppy, bohagon
biatch!

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