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nine vicious - pussy lyrics

[chorus]
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy (a f+ckin’ p+ssy)
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy (p+ssy b+tch, say what?)
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ groupie (what? let’s go)

[verse 1]
bella, he got on sp5der (what? what?)
i just f+cked on your b+tch, i had to one night her (i just f+cked on your b+tch, let’s go)
b+tch, i’m fire, yeah, give me that lighter (woah)
i ain’t even want that thot, yeah (what?), i just wanna pipe her (say what?)
bob, dylan
bob (bob), dylan (bob, bob)
bob, dylan
bob dylan
bob dylan (what? what?)
i got so much money, b+tch, yeah, i made me a k!llin’ (say what?)
i just got me a new tat, b+tch, ’cause, yes, i love that feelin’
tat by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (i’m tatted by crutch, woah)
tat by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (tatted by crutch, lil’ b+tch)
tatted by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (open that sh+t the f+ck up)
tatted by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (say what?)

[chorus]
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy (a f+ckin’ p+ssy)
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy (p+ssy b+tch, say what?)
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ groupie (what? let’s go)
p+ssy n+gga, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy)
[verse 2]
i just have fun, i don’t like to think (i don’t even think ’bout sh+t)
that b+tch flooded as f+ck, yeah, just like a sink (ah—ah)
that p+ssy cold, b+tch, yeah, it need her a mink, hold up (that p+ssy cold)
that p+ssy so godd+mn cold, i think it need a mink (p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy cold)
speakers (what?)
speakers (what?), speakers, speakers (let’s go)
i’m f+ckin’ that ho then put that ho on speaker (put that ho on speaker, blatt)
i got too many songs for these n+ggas, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no leaker
i got too many songs in this b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no leaker (say what? haha)
these n+ggas trash like bronny (yeah+yeah)
f+ckin’ on a eastside ho, she stay on pine (on god, slatt)
i got too much wock’ in my f+ckin’ tummy (and what?)
d+mn, my tummy hurt (and what?), i f+cked up my tummy (what?)

[outro]
that’s it (f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, let’s go)
ooh, haha, yeah, just turn it off right now
open that sh+t the f+ck up
oh my god, this motherf+cker’s trim (if you scared, get the f+ck out, slatt)
keep that end (what?), keep all that sh+t, what i just did, yeah (what?)
let me hear that

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