Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pussy, artist - BBG Baby JoeDate of issue: 03.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pussy |
| Drum Dummie |
| Ayy, say look, check this out, lil' bitch, you |
| We hit the club, you heard me? |
| I’m full of drugs and I’ll do you |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |
| On the block with no shirt on, he strapped up with that heater |
| All ten, he hit the K, he gon' dig if he see the people |
| I see an opp, he do him dirty, got thirty stuffed in the nina |
| Don’t give a fuck about the people, I catch 'em, I leave 'em |
| And I been doin' this shit for a long time |
| Sit back and hit charade and won’t, I’m ridin' behind mine |
| Shit, I do magic with the Draco, shit I step and blow |
| Shit throw me back, two by two, I’m on the road, ho |
| And we don’t get checked at the door, Tyda snuck in the pole |
| We did it boppin', do our thing, and we rock all the shows |
| And I ain’t goin' back and forth, lil' bitch know we can roll |
| I hit your city, any state, bitch, I be throwin' fours |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |
| I love to entertain that bullshit, I been on that messy shit |
| Mom ain’t raised no ho, ain’t got no mind, nigga know we can hit |
| All that Instagram thuggin', he get likes, he really bought shit |
| In that water behind my brothers, we spin billies, then we pop shit |
| Nigga got off one 'cause he heard they put twelve in they mix |
| Wonder why every time a nigga die, yeah, that gang that nick |
| All that cappin' in them songs, that’s what make them bitches hit |
| And we don’t do all that talkin', he pull up, then I’ma send a blitz |
| And we renamed this bitch, it’s called that gang gang regular |
| We hit the club fresh to death, them hoes be dick grabbin' |
| Lil' partner, he for play, hold my shirt, please don’t grab me |
| Inside shows, don’t play outside, it’s gon' get nasty |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet 'em |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |
| We hit the club fresh to death, but we strapped down with heaters |
| Say lil' pussy, you be lookin' pussy, you don’t wanna meet |
| You out your mind, you can’t fuck with us, lil' boy, we ain’t equal |
| And all my niggas tote them sticks but B can shoot it better |