Pussy Mf`s Lyrics

Pussy Mf`s lyrics

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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



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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



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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!



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