I Want Some Pu$$y

[Chorus: Big Smoke] I want some motherfucking pussy I want some motherfucking pussy I want some motherfucking pussy Hey, bitch, I want some motherfucking pussy (repeat x1) [Verse 1: Dr. Gigglez] When it comes to fucking Ya boy He don't hesitate Met this little freak Straight going Down at Jackson State Told her that my name was Nate Took her ass on a date Straight to the Knights Inn Cuz a nigga couldn't wait Mane, I want some pussy And I know she want some dick too A pink-toed that's down to do the whole crew Now that's it's over with Bitch, I'mma holla ho Next time I want to fuck I'mma hit ya on the phone (On the phone) [Verse 2: Big Smoke] I stopped at the corner store That's whene I had met this ho A big booty red-boned ho Her name was Michelle She loved to give a nigga head She sucking and fucking doing her thang She never scared I done spit my game See the bitch was feeling me Wanting me to fulfill all of her freaky fantasies Got her to the house The bitch here Was goin out the frame She sucked my dick from the back And I forgot the hoes name And that's a shame (Chorus x2) [Verse 3: 81] Shawty that ass is fat Double stacked in them Capris I wanna gut that cat You should've been a top model For Baby Phat So is you really ready? Hold on! Cuz I'm never showing no slack Straight gut action from the back So let me be your fucking friend And not your man Hold your fanny in my hand And drill it in That's how I do it Beat it Mistreat it And never eat it Cuz sluts Get to sucking on my nuts While you acting sidity Like You don't wanna fuck Dizzy duck Do your job Slurp and slob Hustle squad Free of charge (Yeah, That's how we do So come jump on my team) [Verse 4: Lil Peoples] I'm looking for a bad, bad bitch Like Trina Don't want no divas Just want a thick red-bone With a fine ass demeanor I specialize in Lane hoes Cuz they are Some freaky ass lil' sluts Though They like to bend over Make they knees touch they elbows And let the dick Touch the back Of they fucking throat When I saw that ho At the Bull Market #5 I knew right then I had to have them thick as thighs I ain't gon lie I slid right by And got them digits I spit that real pimpin And got on down Cuz a nigga all about them riches (Chorus x2) [Verse 5: Da Grym Reefer] We you know What I came for I didn't come to chit-chat Or else I'd just stayed on the phone Bitch, I came to hit that Split that Kit-Kat Holla if you dig that Turn your ringer off Tell your nigga you've been kidnapped I ain't got no time to play I just got some pipe to lay I ain't got no time to save So don't be asking me to pay I'll break ya face and hurt ya feelings No trick or treat I'm bout my pimpin Bustin nuts on bitches lips And get some grips and split Before you flip the script And that's how I do it Follow your own discretion If you follow my influence I know hoes who went to Moorehead Known for giving more head Slow head Whoa head Everything but no head Around these bitches Watch your bread Cum sucking sluts Are amuck Trying to get in you head When a nigga...(want some pussy) (Chorus to fade)