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Beat the Pussy Up - 50 Cent & LoveRance

See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon
make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies,
but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time
we gon make thangs righ
T, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night, and I’m gon beat da pussy up,
baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough
I walked outside, I'm tired of dis man, my juvey in da yard wit my draws in her
hand my girl looked at me said you dog as nigga, finna put dis knife in yo
mutherfuckin liver I couldn’t say shit had to leave da house she punched me in
my shit
All I did was walk off, because I’m wrong, but tonite when she go home I’ma keep
callin her phone til she let me lay dat bone my other bitch don put me on child
support, my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to fuck somein ba
D I got some preasure built up so da next thing I fuck she gon get extra ripped
I looked up to god told fix dis shitI got JLO at home I need my bitch,
look three in da morning girl still hanging up da phone she ansewred bring yo
na
Sty ass home
I kno lately dat we ain’t did much but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon make
it up I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors and lies but hoever
gets da weather you gon always be mine and I’m gon stretch my time and I’m gon
make it right no m
Ore layin by yourself between yo sheets at nite and I’m gon beat da pussy up,
beat da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough
Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my cherp line bossie out my mouth was I’m
right on side my fuckin girl look oh you lettin hoes suck on my shit i told
nall she suck bleef she thought it was me.
she got quite fa a mintue i kisses
her on da neck i played wit da pussy and got my girl wet she said i love ya
black ass i said i love you.
another hoe don hit me up boosie what it do.
she grab my phone who is hoes up she broke my shit threw out all my dojo shit
mad a nigga moe sick i’m like damn what i dont did she like boosie you ain’t go
never see ya motherfuckin kids.
i told her that i’m sorry.
i tired of lien
tried seein my girl cry i need second third chance plz dont get another man it
been months since i took you out always in dat fuckin south i wanna beat that
pussy up plz dont put a nigga out
See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon
make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies,
but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time
we gon make thangs righ
T, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night, and I’m gon beat da pussy up,
baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough
Now latly everybodi been trippin me you and da children, everybody been slippin
i’m keep real i lets get it right lets have diner candle light shit that will
be nice but da ice ice ain’t u happy da price ain’t make u happy but it wasn’t
all that it was hoes who bought the madness we use to laught at each other now
we mad at each other in da bed we use to culddle now i barley even fuck her and
ever time u gone i be thinkin of u got my thang rock hard girl i’m fenin fa u
and we frist met it was right on time u bonnie i was clyde girl u down to ride
plz nigga i’m your rididi die that what i like to hear whisper softly in my ear
lets take em to bank like zacar off of haly ker all these years down da drain
im 75 percent wrong but i’ll nver change but 'm workin to get better mane
See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon
make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies,
but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time
we gon make thangs right, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night,
and I’m gon beat da pussy up, baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats
enough
Boosie bad on da track nigga mouse on da beat it more than beauitful baby
belive that but i goota holla at cha but i’m on my way home on my way home on
my way home i’m on my way home on my way home