Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plug Dat Puss , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Release date: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plug Dat Puss |
| FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Hit it from the back and blow out that bush |
| Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing |
| Know my bitches from they taggles, muthafuck a name |
| In this game, Clip like Boardwalk in Monopoly |
| Slappin' skins like a madman |
| Blowin' beards off of clams |
| Champion trim getter |
| Wriggilin' meat fitter |
| Gold medal ho hitter |
| Blue ribbon pink tickler |
| LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Tighten up baby, 'cause I’m startin' to push |
| When it comes to pussy, I’m the cock father |
| If you an ugly bitch tryin' to kick it, don’t bother |
| I’m the type of brother that’ll put in mad work |
| For bitches wearin' crotchless panties and tight |
| Mini-skirts |
| Fuck it till it hurts |
| I’m about to snap |
| So open up yo' legs and let me feel yo' crack |
| TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| First put on a show |
| Watch my anaconda start to grow |
| Fee-fi-foe |
| Yo, I smell the one |
| That be playin' with her puss or get me off till I |
| Never kiss em' |
| Is it the b-izz-urp? |
| The words of wisdom |
| Pack protection for my worm when I’m goin' fishin' |
| I’ll dick you chick |
| Then I diss you quick |
| The hit and dip |
| Run, get the pistol grip |
| FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Gotta get my hands on that fat ass tush |
| With ya belly-button pierced and them thick ass thighs |
| Got you lookin' lil' somethin' like Mary J. Blige |
| Don’t mind my eyes |
| They bloodshot |
| From smokin' bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot |
| So wassup bitch, got a name with them hips? |
| And can you lick my dick like you just licked your lips? |
| BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| You wit' it? |
| I’ll hit it |
| You feel that? |
| I did it |
| I promise, I’ll only put like half my dick in |
| And now I’ll eat your neden like a plate of chicken |
| Lickin' |
| Stickin' |
| My tongue in your well |
| I’m doin' that as soon as that blizzard hits hell |
| What? |
| You thought I would? |
| Not the Ryda crew |
| You should holla at Korn, they’ll probably eat your butthole too |
| CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| It’s been too long since I first got the butt |
| A nut in your mouth |
| Or on your chin |
| Five months ago I met you and I wanted to fuck yo' friend |
| But that wasn’t happenin' |
| So I started rappin' |
| About you and me in the back of my van |
| And an hour went by and I turned you out |
| Now creep it to your friend, she’ll know what I’m about |
| FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Fuck yeah I’ll hit it, but first you gotta douche |
| Fur burgers, bitch, that’s my favorite snack |
| Throw the pieces heffer, it’s next to that |
| So slide over here, sit on Full Clip’s lap |
| 'Cause Full Clip got a full meat he wanna stuff in your buttcrack |
| On top of that, no, fuck that, I’m on top of you |
| Shakin' hips and things |
| When I blew out her O-ring |
| LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| 5 mo' strokes and my nuts gon' gush |
| I hit it from the back, I hit it from the side |
| I let her suck my dick and I nutted in her eye |
| Now, they wonder why they call her Strawberry? |
| 'Cause she’s under 35, red-headed, and her pussy hairy |
| Plus she let me bump and fuck |
| And stuff and touch |
| And gimme all I need until my ass has had enough |
| Whut??? |
| TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| I gotta camoflauge lookin' for the bush |
| They say I’m trifle |
| 'Cause I wanna spit my rifle |
| All up beside you 'cause I can’t hold it in |
| I wanna stick this big somethin' in your openin' |
| Tight, two fingers, three fingers, stick my fist in |
| When it’s through, stick my dick in |
| Like a nice stickin' |
| Stuffin' up this chicken |
| FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Fuck you 'cause I hit that bush |
| It’s me again, oh, now you trippin' |
| You wasn’t bullshittin' |
| When it’s my dick you was lickin' |
| Replace you like the bullets out my gat |
| From emptyin' my clip into your back |
| (Yeah, mama-beetcha, it’s like 'dat!) |
| Smash you like a bottle of brew, 'cause you’s a trick |
| Fuck that shit, matter of fact, eat a dick |
| Psychopathic in this piece, know about it |
| Leave you hoes flat ass dead, so don’t doubt it |
| BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Who 'dat? |
| What 'dat? |
| Hit that? |
| Did that |
| I could fuck your baby-mama, no lie |
| 'Cause she be lookin' at me like, «Hiiii!!» |
| Hey bitch, whoop! |
| whoop! |
| can I plug? |
| I be bustin' drips on your nippy-nappy rug |
| Slap happy thugme dick dribble |
| 'Cause you play with my dick just a little |
| And schwiiiiinnnggg! |
| CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS! |
| Everyday I meet a ho that I know I can’t trust |
| But it don’t mean nuttin' 'cause I still plug her out |
| Under 18 with a child no doubt |
| Don’t matter ho |
| Lemme hit it in the bootyhole |
| But if it be smellin' like fish |
| Bitch |
| You gots to go |