Pussy

(album: The Champ Is Here 3 - 2010)

Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
You can't be—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy (Taha)
And weed and alcohol (Let's go)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
From Y-O to Brooklyn
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
East New York

I smell pussy (I do), these niggas pussy (Uh-huh)
They don't ask bitches for head, they just wan' eat they pussy (Murda)
These niggas is weirdos, they be moving funny-style
These niggas is dead broke, they don't let that money pile (GMT)
They don't let that hammer off, these niggas is super soft (Damn)
They ain't got no choice, they come from that Bitch Nigga Club (Aww, whoa)
They pops is pussy (Yup) who nutted in some pussy (Uh-huh)
He had five songs—all of his sons is pussy (Damn)
They a bunch of workers, they don't call no shots (They don't)
They never gonna be a boss, they a chip off the old block (They soft)
They the type of niggas who smack the front of they bitch (Oh) if she look good
And watch as she jump all over your dick (Haha)
You could put them on your block, give a lil' work to them (Go take a piss)
They know not to play with your money or you're hurting them (Got my money, right?)
You could even give these bitch niggas a burner (Yeah)
With peer pressure, you could make 'em go commit a murder (Go get something)
But they still—

Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Uh-huh, yeah
Pussy, pussy, pussy (Yup); pussy, pussy, pussy (Ah-HA!)
And weed and alcohol (Ugh, yeah, yo)

You get moist whenever a real nigga approach you
And yeah, you supposed to (Yeah), dog, 'cause you chocha
This a reminder: From nothing to designer
These niggas is all kind of vagina (Pussy)
Still'll make you hunt 'em down, stab 'em up, then gun 'em down
Always something fishy going on when they come around
Private, punani, coochie, kitty-cat
That's what all these rappers are anyway—Twitter that!
Know it—I could prove it; like Tony said, your culo is polluted (Ugh)
That's why niggas try to hide behind the music
'Cause they really can't survive (Nah), they food for the wolfpack
Puss-cats that need to be cleaned out—douche that (Uh-huh)
Ain't built for war (Never), but all for the nonsense
Soft all your life (Soft), an ongoing process
Ass is sweet as molasses
Rocking them big fake chains and them glasses (Haha)
But you still—

Pussy, pussy, pussy (Yeah); pussy, pussy, pussy (Ugh)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Trendsetter!
Pussy, pussy, pussy (Okay); pussy, pussy, pussy (Y'all know the name, nigga)
And weed and alcohol (Bully, bitch!)

Y'all niggas pussy, pussy, pussy (Uh-huh), fronting like you took it (Took it)
Then you try to push me? You be laying with Big Pussy (Haha)
Staying with the fishes, I be playing with your Mrs. (Mrs.)
Lady Gaga, let her swallow while your kids do the dishes (Haha)
Porsche Panamera (Errr!), Lamborghini kisses (Yes)
Rob you with no hammer (Nah), y'all niggas bitches (Bitch)
Bully spit piff (Bully!), put me in your Swishers (Swishers)
Y'all a bunch of snakes (Yes), I could hear the hisses (Tssss)
'Cause y'all—

Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Gangsta!
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol (Gangsta— Gangsta— Gangsta—)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Gangsta— G— Gangsta—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy (Gangsta— Gangsta—)
And weed and alcohol