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Pussy Real Good

Travis Porter

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[Hook: Ali] Okay, I gotta conversate with her, make sure that her mind right First I get my dick sucked, then hit it from the back right (First I get that sloppy talk) Turn her to her back side (Then I put that pimpin' in her) Making sure she act right That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good That pussy real good, I beat it real good [Verse 1: Ali] Me, I'm from the East side, said she from the South side I don't like drivin' much, told her to visit my side Have to switch off my location, my house is her destination Said she had no fucking ride So I picked her up from the MARTA station Damn, she got that fiji pussy I'm a go fein', I need a pussy Every other day I feed the pussy Never ever will I eat the pussy (Your ho is my ho, you can't cuff her, we share her) Disrespect her, cross the line, nigga I dare her Light skinned, long hair or short hair, I don't care The grocery store, the studio, everywhere I go (it's hoes there) Chillin' in my ride, with my bitch on the side Stop talking, suck sumthin', you're fucking up the vibe [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I've been fucking all night, I got a hangover I am so fly, I need a layover I go in, take your bitch and I walk out Hit the door and then turn around like "What you lame niggas talking about?" You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you Ferrari Coupe, hot pursuit Popular and I am proper too As far as chains I'm rocking two Jewelry store, I'm coping two That's one for me, one for me Don't run from me, like a league No offense, but a bunch of D Bunch of weed and a bunch of lean True Religion, bunch of jeans Gucci store, bunch of Gs Turn her hair weave into a murder scene And I do what I gotta do when I gotta do When she's with me she won't answer phones I do make her cum too, make her come through With no bra and no panties on [Verse 3: Strap] That pussy good, that pussy moist, twenty-two, she from Detroit I beat it up, b-beat it up, in the mirror you can see yourself First I get that head game, then her girlfriend eat it up Got a white girl that snort cocaine, me I just stay weeded up Four girls at one time, I'm a P.I.M.P. boy She out of sight, she out of mind, R.I.P to Pimp C boy Face down, ass up, nigga gotta get his cash up Talk to finesse her, my diamonds come from Alaska All these hoes want to smash us We bossed up so we toss 'em up Heard you charge out about five hundred Nigga, it ain't no cost to us [Hook] [Verse 4: Quez] I just got me a text message on my iPhone, said "I'm coming over" Yeah, girl, that's cool and all But you gotta bring me a box of rubbers "How many you need?" Like one or two Matter of fact, two is good I'm a use every last one, cause that pussy is too good Yeah, I ain't none of them other niggas Yeah, I'm way above them niggas She make them niggas drop a couple Gs Me and my niggas beat and skeet for free Two Jesus pieces and a Rolly, bitch I'm ballin' I try to leave that pussy but it keep on calling Halle Berry called, said stop making me feel good I said okay girl that pussy real good [Hook]
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