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lloyd banks - whip pussy lyrics

[movie bites]
sh-t, i’m a find me some new p-ssy!

[intro:]
yeah!
you know me…
l-l-o-y-d!
uh!
i’m a tell you the way my momma told me…
back in 1993 don’t love everything you see…
yeah!
uh!

[verse 1:]
you love that girl, don’t you? – see that’s the only reason i can think of
that’ll wanna make you give that broad all of your paper
ooor – maybe rational thinking just ain’t in your nature bol
but think about what n-gg-s in your hood will take you for.
maybe your blinded or maybe you just a punk
cause she’s a hoe! – and you give her everything she want. (yeah!)
look! – i’m a tell you the way my momma told me
back in 1993 don’t love everything you see. (see…)
p-ssy equals power, power puts n-gg-s is prison
prison put n-gg-s in positions to be someone he isn’t
wishing he ain’t go that route – maybe that’s what loves about.
man, f-ck that, until i’m dead, i’m a shout! [female singing:] (don’t chaase it!)

[chorus (female singing):]
you’ll agree if your anything like me (don’t, don’t…)
before i die of a p-ssy, i’d give up my right knee. [echoes] (don’t chaase it!)
loosen up yo’ handcuffs when you come around me,
she ain’t the only fish swiming in the sea. [echoes]
i whip p-ssy, don’t let p-ssy whip me!
see i’m a tell you the way my poppa told me. [echoes]
especially if the broad stuck on me
don’t keep a caged bird let the mothaf-cker free!

[verse 2:]
uh! – i like ’em small tall slim thick; yeah, i’m on that pimp sh-t!
top down hat low, candy paint rims slick. (whoooo!)
fresh cut new fit – in my navy blue sh-t (uh-huh!)
two clips beefing with n-gg-s i went to school with. (f-cka!)
your buying a product gotta kid growing inside her
i done had her everyway i want, bottom top back front (yeah!)
head down, -ss up, fast f-ck in back of the ‘lac truck
gat tucked – in between the seats keep!
everything i just said stored inside your head (uh-huh!)
sh-t, look at it this way – you’ll still have all of your bread.
maybe i’m just cold hearted, maybe that’s what loves about
f-ck that until i’m dead, i’m a shout! (yeah!) (woman singing: don’t chaase it!)

[outro:]
n-gg-!
gettin’ up set me,
see this n-gg-‘s like you!
and make n-gg-‘s like me…
look like n-gg-s like you…
pick tha nuts up, man!
we ridin’ behind that b-tch; what she got in gm i got you, right it?
stop it!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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