Lyrics Pussy Boy - Buck Fifty, Kid Trunks, Bass Santana

Pussy Boy

Bitch
Yuh, Aye
Gling Gling
You already know man I’m sipping on wok in the motherfucking studio
Got that bag on me
Huh
Aye
Huh aye
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Shut up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Pussy boy won’t run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Shut up (uh)
Run up
High-Powered, Sniper Rifle (Oh no)
Aim it at your fucking noggin'
Like do you wanna lose your life
Like tell me fucking something, Flyboy running (Oh no)
Got that money
I took the shot now I’m throwing up
Duck cause your bitch so in love with it (Huh)
And worry bout niggas who say they bout running up
I’d rather run it up (run it up)
Try to run up in the trap
Try to touch a pack
Get the tummy tucked
2−0-1−8 my niggas straight cause nigga I’m the run it up
I don’t came a long way from hitting licks, hitting stains now my number’s up
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
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Run up (uh)
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Shut up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Pussy boy won’t run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Shut up (uh)
Run up
I ain’t never did the talking lord forgive me if I answer niggas mentions, uh
I just always had it tough with smoking even back in school I was suspended (uh)
Told that pussy nigga run up if he got an issue I got the solution (hm)
All my haters need to show they colors acting like my friends it’s so confusing
See my nigga come up and it made me proud we came from selling loud and fucking
niggas up
Now we focused couldn’t really give a fuck
Sipping wok and fucking bitches by the bus
They be selling threats I never seen em' (what)
Niggas say I change cause they don’t hit me up
Run up on me nigga you know where I be at
I ain’t never hiding bitch I know you see that
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Run up (uh)
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Run up (uh)
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Shut up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Pussy boy won’t run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Run up (uh)
Shut up (uh)
Run up
Bitch