Pussy M.F's lyrics
Song information
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood Album: Boyz N Da Hood
Lyrics
[Chorus]4x So you say you want it but If you really want it you Gots to come and get it you Pussy mother fucker!
Verse 1:
I fight fire with fire Seekin rides with fire Totin k's and 9's If you try to fuck nigga you dyin Its like cops and robbers Come and cop, ill rob ya Goin to shops sellin bags of weed And dubbly blocks X pops some bottles He'll tell ya we got'em Just a million sheet rocks And some of that baby powder Breaker breaker 1-9 Dade county for lyin If you drop a dime for testifyin Boy you dyin Fuck all you motherfuckers Bitches and undercovers Move forward Im goin over that and to ya brother Who gonna protect ya then You best to check it in Sellin highs tye-dye Dont come back here again You damn backstabber I looked out for ya You used to be my homie Till you put the cops on me Oh boy its ugly You know I gots to cut ya You try me locker sucker So nigga mother fucker
[Chorus]
Verse 2:
Im from a city Where they tote blocks, chop rocks Round spinnin wheels And they'll steal ya car and Send it to the chop shop 50 slab,????????????????? Couple grams in my draws We aint even in da club And everybody tipsy dawg Down south dope winnin Ride I'll smoke wit'em Come I'd watch ya eye Ride by smoke niggas Call me mista toucan man I'll buy a new tan ban Wit two k's in the palm of my hand This show aint planned Where you stand is where you land Sprayin with either hand We is a span like eagle's be land Like peter pan and ???????? Rollin that reefer, holdin a lethal Bell and a piece in my pants And when I see them people Im actually gassed and a jack stashed In the mess with the cash Pumpin that ?????? And when you see me my pants matchin my brand Brand matchin the band And the band matchin the benz homie And when im creepin im sneakin A bitch from france So freaky, she's so freaky She sleeps in the creeper
[Chorus]
Verse 3:
Hey fuck boy! Yeah you, where ya balls at I'll put 50 cal right where ya draws at And I'll kill all yall Make ya bald head look Like a bowlin ball I tried to tell'em, he aint understand So I sprayed his whole crib Like the orkin man About this money and this damn powder We in tha hood, we grind all the ten towers Y'all put his ass in a pine box Black suit, black tie wit da matchin socks For playin wit my damn cake I had yo ass layin still like some dead weight What? what! On the grind for these mega-chips Flippin baked lays And I aint talkin 'tata chips Nigga! If he aint real then ya betta chill If he aint got my damn money im gon kill bill!
[Chorus]
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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