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p-pullz - hey baby lyrics

p-pullz (ft. jorrell redsun, q-popi, and stelf index) – “hey baby”
[produced by stelf index]

[hook: p-pullz] (x4)
hey, baby (give me p-ssy)
hey, p-ssy (don’t give me baby)

[verse 1: jorrell redsun]
i got that good s-x. that from-behind s-x i wreck
just like t-rex, train wrecks, or wrecks in effect
rack mount, i rack-a-lamb ‘em. roll, bounce, rock, skate
when i penetrate. rhyme more bars than penitentiaries
pop more cherries than if george washington had
a bb gun instead of an axe. relax
no questions asked, simplistic, no commitment
wet ‘til we turn liquid. in my prime
so long as you’re legal age, you can get it
sick with lava lamps and leopard rugs in my residence
worldwide, i wound wombs, break walls like tombs
being investigated, stiff wood give me the goods

[hook: p-pullz] (x4)
hey, baby (give me p-ssy)
hey, p-ssy (don’t give me baby)

[verse 2: q-popi]
you cannot be
withstanding when i’m commanding, handling things like shipping
send me three dollars and a chicken. we roll
like cee-lo, keep bouncing to mi bicho, make money
like casino and lie like pinocchio. but the nose don’t grow
the d-ck do. talk to bird in dime’s clothing
hold up (what?). she a nickel working her way up
stay up. i do this
so f-cking confusing, i got rubik’s cube pubic

[verse 3: stelf index]
in public, i get on to make you get up
when i get up in wild positions, my mind spit up
potential kap-ers, keishas, verbal creatures
born with strong frames, dominating features
but lately, they getnblocked by latex fence
power verse, i yell, “f-ck the world.” in nine moths, raise a universe
let’s converse. this ain’t a con reversed. you can’t knock
the super love like funk, thought. index on g-spot
do i got what trump got? well, do you got
what nia long trunk got? haha
t-tle bout. i’m your sparring partner. let’s start to act it out
if you get sl1ck, i’ma back it out, then shot out

[hook: p-pullz] (x4)
hey, baby (give me p-ssy)
hey, p-ssy (don’t give me baby)

[verse 4: jorrell redsun]
jorrell got you tearing like hot pepper
slow jam shake like jelly. you love me like you love
r. kelly. tongue ‘round the ring in your belly
sing, “no,” if you’re smelly. sing along if you’re ready
pedigree with ‘nough children—don’t want more
enough ends to support more but don’t want more
plus, i want buns with flab appeal that
weave, bounce, and flutter. my mind’s in the gutter

[hook: p-pullz] (x4)
hey, baby (give me p-ssy)
hey, p-ssy (don’t give me baby)

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