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Album: I Can't Rap Vol. 1 (2014)

Pussy

[Verse 1:]
My sauce dripping, my paint flipping
Big homie Bud, Lil' True Cripping
Money falling, niggas 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
Nigga, jump wrong that's murder money
Feel like a pussy 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 pussy, gynecologist
See it's Bricksquad and Hustle Gang
I don't fuck with pussies, I don't fuck with lames
They'll try you but not Waka Flame
We'll run his pockets and pocket his chain

[Hook:]
Nigga you'sa pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
It ain't my fault that you a pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Money falling, girls poppin' pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Girl give me that pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

[Verse 2:]
Drop the top back and I swerve in that pussy
Might shoot your crib up, go berserk in that pussy
Clocking right in go to work in that pussy
It just took a charm 'cause I' murking that pussy
Working that pussy, I'm twerking that pussy
My life like a movie, my rollie ain't booshie
My diamonds conceited, my thoughts really foreign
Worries stay low lil' lackey be crawling
That money be falling, these bitches keep calling
My niggas be balling, them bottle be popping
That liquor be pouring, my niggas is winning
You know that they scoring

[Outro:]
What it be like lil' nigga?
All you old mans tryna be like lil' nigga
They say my stomach getting big, gotta eat right nigga
You gotta be home before they turn on the streelights lil' nigga
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 fuck all my teachers

[Hook]


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