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psychopathic rydas - plug dat puss lyrics

full clip, plug ‘dat p-ss!
hit it from the back and blow out that bush
tappin’ nedens, taggin’ nedens, that be my thing
know my b-tches from they taggles, m-th-f-ck a name
in this game, clip like boardwalk in monopoly
slappin’ skins like a madman
blowin’ beards off of clams
champion trim getter
wriggilin’ meat fitter
gold medal ho hitter
blue ribbon pink tickler

lil’ shank, plug ‘dat p-ss!
tighten up baby, ’cause i’m startin’ to push
when it comes to p-ssy, i’m the c-ck father
if you an ugly b-tch tryin’ to kick it, don’t bother
i’m the type of brother that’ll put in mad work
for b-tches wearin’ crotchless panties and tight
mini-skirts
f-ck it till it hurts
i’m about to snap
so open up yo’ legs and let me feel yo’ crack

twin gats, plug ‘dat p-ss!
first put on a show
watch my anaconda start to grow
fee-fi-foe
yo, i smell the one
that be playin’ with her p-ss or get me off till i
c-izz-um
never kiss em’
is it the b-izz-urp?
the words of wisdom
pack protection for my worm when i’m goin’ fishin’
i’ll d-ck you chick
then i diss you quick
the hit and dip
run, get the pistol grip

foe foe, plug ‘dat p-ss!
gotta get my hands on that fat -ss tush
with ya belly-b-tton pierced and them thick -ss thighs
got you lookin’ lil’ somethin’ like mary j. blige
don’t mind my eyes
they bloodshot
>from smokin’ bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot
so w-ssup b-tch, got a name with them hips?
and can you lick my d-ck like you just licked your
lips?

bullet, plug ‘dat p-ss!
you wit’ it?
i’ll hit it
you feel that?
i did it
i promise, i’ll only put like half my d-ck in
and now i’ll eat your neden like a plate of chicken
lickin’
stickin’
my tongue in your well
i’m doin’ that as soon as that blizzard hits h-ll
what? you thought i would? not the ryda crew
you should holla at korn, they’ll probably eat your
b-tthole too

cell block, plug ‘dat p-ss!
it’s been too long since i first got the b-tt
a nut in your mouth
or on your chin
five months ago i met you and i wanted to f-ck yo’
friend
but that wasn’t happenin’
so i started rappin’
about you and me in the back of my van
and an hour went by and i turned you out
now creep it to your friend, she’ll know what i’m
about

full clip, plug ‘dat p-ss!
f-ck yeah i’ll hit it, but first you gotta douche
fur burgers, b-tch, that’s my favorite snack
throw the pieces heffer, it’s next to that
so slide over here, sit on full clip’s lap
’cause full clip got a full meat he wanna stuff in
your b-ttcrack
on top of that, no, f-ck that, i’m on top of you
shakin’ hips and things
when i blew out her o-ring

lil’ shank, plug ‘dat p-ss!
5 mo’ strokes and my nuts gon’ gush
i hit it from the back, i hit it from the side
i let her suck my d-ck and i nutted in her eye
now, they wonder why they call her strawberry?
’cause she’s under 35, red-headed, and her p-ssy hairy
plus she let me b-mp and f-ck
and stuff and touch
and gimme all i need until my -ss has had enough
whut!?!?

twin gats, plug ‘dat p-ss!
i gotta camoflauge lookin’ for the bush
they say i’m trifle
’cause i wanna spit my rifle
all up beside you ’cause i can’t hold it in
i wanna stick this big somethin’ in your openin’
tight, two fingers, three fingers, stick my fist in
when it’s through, stick my d-ck in
like a nice stickin’
stuffin’ up this chicken

foe foe, plug ‘dat p-ss!
f-ck you ’cause i hit that bush
it’s me again, oh, now you trippin’
you wasn’t bullsh-ttin’
when it’s my d-ck you was lickin’
replace you like the bullets out my gat
>from emptyin’ my clip into your back
(yeah, mama-beetcha, it’s like ‘dat!)
smash you like a bottle of brew, ’cause you’s a trick
f-ck that sh-t, matter of fact, eat a d-ck
psychopathic in this piece, know about it
leave you hoes flat -ss dead, so don’t doubt it

bullet, plug ‘dat p-ss!
who ‘dat?
what ‘dat?
hit that?
did that
i could f-ck your baby-mama, no lie
’cause she be lookin’ at me like, “hiiii!”
hey b-tch, whoop! whoop! can i plug?
i be bustin’ drips on your nippy-nappy rug
slap happy thugme d-ck dribble
’cause you play with my d-ck just a little
and schwiiiiinnnggg!

cell block, plug ‘dat p-ss!
everyday i meet a ho that i know i can’t trust
but it don’t mean nuttin’ ’cause i still plug her out
under 18 with a child no doubt
don’t matter ho
lemme hit it in the bootyhole
but if it be smellin’ like fish
b-tch
you gots to go

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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