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u.n.l.v. - pussy c'mon to me lyrics

chorus

p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy
p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy
p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy
p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy
p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy c’mon to me p-ssy

verse one
{yella boy}

p-ssy weigh uptown (uptown)
p-ssy weigh downtown (downtown)
p-ssy weigh fronton (fronton)
p-ssy weigh backtown (backtown)

i got p-ssy on my mind got to have time
just f-ckin’ a dog b-tch try’na break her f-ckin’ spine
hoes brangin’ on how they f-ck and ain’t gonna do dat l!ck
labeled as my b-tch so b-tch suck my f-ckin’ d-ck
i like to watch an p popper trick -ss just do it
if ya want to give me that p-ssy b-tch you got to show and prove it
just serve my f-ckin’ body and i want the whole nine
but b-tches let me shoot in they mouth i ain’t lyin’
its an everyday thing to jump the p-ssy with the d-ck
if ya think that sh-ts legit so ride it suck it ride it
to ya make my knees tremble my d-ck run down yo throat
quick to jack my b-lls nipple so bust another nut if ya down wit me
m-th-rf-ckers stank hoes i got p-ssy c’mon to me

chorus

verse two
{yella}

i’m never down with a p-ssy because a b-tch ain’t sh-t
f-ckin’ ’em d-gg-n’ ’em leavin’ ’em makin’ ’em run behind this d-ck
ya reppin’ on that p-ssy b-tch don’t make me get loose
here i come flip a gin quarter juice hoes like a mean d-ck
stickin’ ’em in they f-ckin’ p-ssy ya comin’ like ya crazy
don’t forget to wash yo p-ssy
i got b-tches on my d-ck seven days a week
servin’ puttin’ ’em up i’m a fool from the three
d-gg-n’ a b-tch d-gg-n’ dat one because i’m true to the players game
i’m a third one f-ckin’ ya sweeter leavin’ her shanked
don’t give me no f-ckin’ leaf because ya not that type of girl
freakin’ f-ckin’ not lossin’ in this world
its all right to give me some love put yo mouth on my d-ck
be cool and face the fact ya just another one on my list
so bust another nut if ya know ya down with me
m-th-rf-ckers stank hoes i got p-ssy c’mon to me

chorus

verse three
{yella}

i’m back on the scene n-ggas makin’ dat green
they want to holla at a player for a trip to
rubisteam ya never holla because i didn’t have the power
now i got the power because n-ggas makin’ dollars
i f-ck ’em then leave ’em no feelins are felt
i say them hoes suck melph i say them hoes suck melph
if you ain’t on yo feet behind yo back them hoes cheatin’
now she got yo head smokin’ now her -ss you have to beat
them dog m-th-rf-ckers only out for one thing
lookin’ for a f-ckin’ gangster would some brain d-ck and game
the times have changed i know you hoes will say the same
when ya see me in the club i wish he never came
m-th-rf-ck you hoes in the house who can’t take it
b-tch i’m on the f-ckin’ map the ‘u” ain’t fakin’
now this is for them hoes who you p-ss up this d-ck
i’m comin’ up strong so you can suck my d-ck
bust another nut if ya know ya down wit me
m-th-rf-ckers stank hoes i got p-ssy c’mon to me

chorus

p-ssy weigh uptown (uptown)
p-ssy weigh dowtown (downtown)
p-ssy weigh fronton (fronton)
p-ssy weigh backtown (backtown)

tec-9 got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
mickey mike got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
suga fingers got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
lil’ ya got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
the big man got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
lil’ slim got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
lil’ ivory got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
gangsta dee got p-ssy boo-koo p-ssy
hahahaha!

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