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master p - killer pussy lyrics

master p: yo ann, wuz up?
ann: wuz up?
master p: sh-t girl i know you got it going on and everything
but its like this here, (what?) how come, every n-gga you fool
wit, and sh-t, n-gga get shot and k!lled, wuz up with that?
ann: man n-gga that sh-t ain’t true
master p: sh-t, well, what about mike, what happened to him?
ann: oh, that n-gga? ummm, they found that motherf-cker
in a ditch somewhere
master p: sh-t, what about, that; that other n-gga joe you used
to fool with, what happened to him?
ann: man, joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some n-gga
some money, and you know, if you don’t pay up you just get got
master p: ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did?
ann: that motherf-cker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
at the same f-cking time, ignorant -ss motherf-cker
i’m glad he gone
master p: so you don’t think that yo, p-ssy be like, yankin n-ggas
know what i’m saying?

you got that k!lla p-ssy, k!lla p-ssy, k!lla p-ssy- 2x
she got that k!lla p-ssy, k!lla p-ssy, k!lla p-ssy- 3x

i’m not dog pound but yo p-ssy be the bomb
but why every n-gga that you f-ck up liked up dying?
like my boy roy but y’all n-ggas don’t feel it
y’all don’t think b-tches f-cking p-ssy, can k!ll trick
better watch these hoes, talking bout these n-ggas
but y’all don’t know that these p-ssies got triggers
getting n-ggas k!lled in my hood like b-tches!
f-cking with these ghetto money hungry ho b-tches!

ha, ha, ha, see y’all n-ggas don’t understand
y’all too busy watching ricki lake, and montel williams
tripping on like, b-tches k!lling n-ggas behind aids
but see that big monkey between they legs?
get n-ggas trapped like motherf-cking rats
trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

you out the front door, that n-gga out the back
that’s how my partner got k!lled behind some cat
i ain’t got no love for y’all hoes cause y’all tramps
and b-tches act bad when they get they f-cking stamps
but b-tches y’all can suck a n-gga d-ck and get real
or better twirk something or buckle up and guard yo grill
cause i’m laying you hoes on the floor like n-ggas
b-tches want that d-ck ho y’all can feel that trigga
17 rounds from that motherf-cking pistol
and watch a n-gga make a b-tch f-cking head whistle
hoes bout that -ss, n-ggas y’all feel me
but p-ssy to good to be f-cking real g
i’m from that 3rd ward, n-ggas started banging
b-tches running up, in cars cause we hanging
ask a n-gga to break em off to get her hair done
but i ain’t giving a b-tch nothing but some c-m
and hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherf-cking homies
and all y’all b-tches with that k!lla p-ssy
don’t run up on me

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fool i ain’t spud, but these hoes be creepin
late at night when a young ballas sleepin
b-tches try to run into the safe and get my money
but i’ll lay a b-tch on the floor it ain’t funny
like that b-tch bren-da, got my boy k!lled
like that ho sh-ll, yea she tried to do o’neal
and what about ep-do, she can’t phase me
talking that sh-t about she might have my ba-by
b-tch it ain’t mine, i only f-cked her once
i had 2 rubbers so b-tch you done, and what
about wen-dy, and that ho su-sy
say her p-ssy be k!lling n-ggas think she pack a oo-zie
but i ain’t even trippin, all y’all hoes
i watchin my back, i ain’t k!lled behind no motherf-cking cat
this goes to you hoes from the south to the west coast
even got p-ssy k!llin n-ggas on the east coast
and all y’all b-tches that are bout it won’t y’all shout it
but b-tch k!llin me behind some p-ssy, n-gga i doubt it

(chorus)

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