โหลดเพลง mp3 Pu$$y (feat. Billy Blue) - Lupe Fiasco

Pu$$y (Explicit) - Lupe Fiasco/Billy Blue
Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the ni**a
At the end when the time come
Get the drop on the w**d spot
Like there's too much water in the tea pot huh
Lord have Murcielagos on the poor ni**a pour ni**a
They adore the event of war
Down force on the doors of adored niggas

Does the Lord like to thank award winners
And the war winners'll rewards inner
Or the all-enders ain't the pure chemists
So the form in this can be
Raw in this like the porn business
Keen to king 'til the 'til the pawn hit us
If he goes half a million sold sold the soul going gold
In the end will it go to the pawn business
You ain't doing nothing with it
Let a ni**a get it for the low-low-low-low
Lames tried to form it
Brains couldn't storm it like a Ororo-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
In the Philippines eating chicken wings
Smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-do
Vatos fiascos vocos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo
Gadget go go go go go
Ratchet ho ho ho ho ho
Santa ho ho ho ho ho
K-Ci Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo
Brown skin brother in a fed box at
The hell lil' ni**a live there for months
Except these young black males wouldn't drive
If you give them trucks
Ni**a ni**a ni**a what
I don't give a give a give a f**k
With a with a with a mind full of money
Pockets full of nothing
Niggas gonna feel what a ni**a feel
Always been a winner ever since beginner
All the way to the end and never ever been a p**sy
P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a
P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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Lord please keep these diablo niggas off a ni**a mind
Lord please keep these diablo niggas off a ni**a spine
Lord please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these ni**a lie
These ni**a lie these ni**a lie
These ni**a lie these ni**a lie
Lord please forgive me for the sinning
Sinning please forgive me for the snitching to the Lord
Openin' for businesses to the ribbon niggas wanting to get in
Open up the doors
Son wanna feel 'em open up the ceiling
Niggas start tripping open up the floor
Trap like Indiana Jones looking for a map
That I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hat
Coffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my back
Dream so real niggas die taking one of my naps
Mattress full of money monster under that sheets full of raps
Comfort for the weak sleep for the whack
Party while you slumber
Tell 'em money coming jump in my sack
Niggas wanna exercise
Exercise I-X-I ain't no jumpin' my jack
If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car ni**a
That's a gun in my lap
Hurdle to the tire chariots of fire
I'm a flyer take you under my flap
Is he going nuts Is he going bolts
No going both running my track
Ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a
Ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a what
I just figure figure
Figure you gon' be a ni**a ni**a ni**a ni**a what
And since niggas is faster than them white folks on the tracks
White folks tightrope like both
I could be a sprintin' ni**a
Nik Wallenda runnin' over rap
I higher higher wire
You a wire on a power pad running over that
Running over that running over that
Running over that running over that
Five time winner five-nine fine line thinner
Einstein mind mind bender
Fine dine nine wine find coc*ine in my mind's antenna
P**sy
P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a
P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked
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P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a
P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked

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P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a
P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked
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P**sy ni**a p**sy p**sy ni**a
P**sy p**sy ni**a get f**ked
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P**sy

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