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lirik lagu 5the ward boyz – p.w.a.

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(feat. willie d (of geto boys))

[verse one: ???]
p-ssy, p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
weed and alcohol it seems to satisfy us all, indeed
don’t even trip, half of you b-tches like p-ssy too
love to smoke weed and get high, sip,serve
and let the freaky sh-t up out
and suck the skin off a n-gg- d-ck
i’s a playa, i’s a never had to trick
stupid f-ck put the game down so well
can have yo b-tch playing a good game of suck d-ck and tell
n-gg- don’t trip
if you see me creepin’ through yo hood
i’m pickin’ up a shot of c-ck, some head, and it’s all good
it just might be yo baby momma or sister
but then again,
if it is, you better be tryin’ to be a n-gg- friend
cuz see i do this sh-t only one way, n-gg- the “g” way
blowin’ my hair back, gettin’ my d-ck sucked on the freeway
i never lie on my d-ck cuz that’s a playa rule
smokin’ weed, gettin’ drunk
rockin’ shows and then be ready to f-ck somethin’

[chorus]

p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
(p-ssy weed and alcohol)
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
(it seems to satisfy us all)
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
(we livin’ like p-ssy, weed and alcohol)
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
(it seems to sastisfy us all)
p-ssy,p-ssy–p-ssy, p-ssy
(that’s how we playa’s ball)

[verse two: ???, ???]
[???]

i guess these hoes didn’t hear me, when i said b-tch please
now it’s five years later big faces, big sprees
talkin’ bout bad b-tches up in condos
smokin’ mad swishers, bout to get some head pr-nto
p-ssy, weed, and alcohol n-gg-,
plus that cash go with it
double “o” we clockin’ hoochies
stick a bird up in her p-ssy
smokin’ cryptonite, rollin’ in a benz
souppin’ up some tenz
bout to break ’em for they endz
tell ’em low man

[???]
i’m in a ninty eight, put it out
gased up to the fullest, b–e-n-z
two b-tches and me
a quarter pounder, weed, and hennessy
they lookin’ s-xy
from the start they under me
too tough, i got they hearts pleased
understand indeed
ways to get yo -ss, through the days
with razor blades
tight game you’ll fade ’em all away
peeped the laid out
p-ssy, weed, and “d” [fellas]
alcohol and “g” [fellas]
b-tches come in fleets [fellas]
courtsey on me [fellas]

[chorus]

[verse three: willie d]

will got him two bad m-th-rf-ckas comin’ from out of town
we ‘gon ride around
and smoke up about a pound
i’mma show ’em off to my dogs
make ’em wanna strip ’em
if a freaky -ss n-gg- so desires, he can lick ’em
i’mma do-it, til’ they p-ss out on weed and liquor
i be a 5th ward boy from the, uh, bl–dy nickel
fast money, fast cars, and fast -ss women
got a whole lot of m-th-rf-ckin’ n-gg-s past livin’
girl, when you do, what you do, it’s so beautiful
stick yo fingers, in yo cat
uh, and taste yo uterus
it’s ludicrous
yo man couldn’t make you swallow
but playas know, f-ck the head, and the body and power
let’s get a room, so i can lick that ring on yo belly
and lubricate yo -sshole, with jar jelly
through my pelly, pelly draws
you can lick my b-lls
p-ssy, weed, and alcohol, i love that sh-t dog

[willie d: talking]
5th ward boyz, willie d, finally puttin’ that sh-t down together, like
it’s supposed to be. and we love f-ckin, oh yeah, drankin’, smokin’,
doing what ever it takes to get a groove on. me personally, i don’t mind
accommadating a hoe. you know, what you do? what you drank, you smoke,
you shoot up, what ever the f-ck you do. haha. that’s yo thang you know.
sh-t, i’ll supply you long as you f-ckin’. i for one, i do so much
f-ckin’ they call me don king. ghetto

[chorus]
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy is so good to me..