waka flocka flame – pussy lyrics
my sauce dripping, my paint flipping
big homie bud, lil’ true cripping
money falling, n-gg-s tripping
when that money fall then them hoes listen
big forty on me, big rollie on me
big cubans on me, mark cuban money
dumb and dumber that’s stupid money
unspendable, can’t lose it money
n-gg-, jump wrong that’s murder money
feel like a p-ssy come take it from me
i’m from clayton county that’s the majors homie
play it smart, won’t make it through
had the doctors pulling bullets out of you
i’m just spitting facts, my point of view
everybody real ’til they point at you
had them chopsticks squeezing at you
my goons on you like tattoos
me and you we the opposite
you could look at me and speak common sense
i check p-ssy, gynecologist
see it’s bricksquad and hustle gang
i don’t f-ck with p-ss-es, i don’t f-ck with lames
they’ll try you but not waka flame
we’ll run his pockets and pocket his chain
n-gg- you’sa a p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
it ain’t my fault that you a p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
money falling, girls poppin’ p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
girl give me that p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
drop the top back and i swerve in that p-ssy
might shoot you for a f-ck go berserk in that p-ssy
clocking right in go to work in that p-ssy
it just took a charm ’cause i’ murking that p-ssy
working that p-ssy, i’m twerking that p-ssy
my life like a movie, my rollie ain’t booshie
my diamonds conceited, my thoughts really foreign
worries .. be crawling
that money be falling, these b-tches keep calling
my n-gg-s be balling, them bottle be popping
that liquor be pouring, my n-gg-s is winning
you know that they scoring
what it be like lil’ n-gg-?
all you old mans wanna be like lil’ n-gg-
they say my stomach getting big, gotta eat right n-gg-
you gotta be home before they turn on the streelights lil’ n-gg-
pour up, you know that we drink lean by the liter
haters behind me they following the leader
i’m dripping this salt sweat lick through your speakers
my senior year i tried to f-ck all my teachers
n-gg- you’sa a p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
it ain’t my fault that you a p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
money falling, girls poppin’ p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
girl give me that p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
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