lirik lagu zippy kid - i smell pussy
son, you smell that? what’s that?
i smell p-ssy. is that you irv?
i smell p-ssy. is that you ja?
i smell p-ssy – is that you black?
i smell p-ssy. is that you tah?
y’all n-gg-s is p-ssy
i’m balling out n-gg- now watch me (watch me)
ain’t nothing you can do to stop me
y’all n-gg-s get so emotional
you remind me of my b-tch…
it’s not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe
what she doesn’t understand – catch att-tudes when i leave her
my other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
she tries to tie up my phone and
i’m not at home; she’s thinking i’m not alone
probably out tryin’ to bone anything in the street
i let her know she can leave i ain’t tryin’ to tie her up but see
it’s hard to f-ck with somebody after she touches me
mami, i’m not your regular n-gg-; i know the game
but i don’t play by the rules; i’m focusing on my moves
that way i will never lose
see, i can tell by your shoes if you attracted to bentleys with 22s
you say i confuse you play little tricks with your head
catching feelings ever since the first time i slept in your bed, hun
i’m not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams
i can’t say i love you i don’t know what that means
i’m a pimp
baby you know i like when you climb on top
love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
and you know i love the way you make the bed rock
take me to ecstasy with out takin’ ecstasy
baby you know i like when you climb on top
love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
and you know i love the way you make the bed rock
take me to ecstasy with out takin’ ecstasy
when i first met her, i did anything to get her
paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator
reminiscing on late nights when i tried to lay up
but couldn’t get off, cause your baby would stay up
she even crashed the whip, tryin’ to switch in the third lane
that’s when i realized, this b-tch was a bird brain
a pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
sing-sing is where he been in
she in the gucci tights and fendi high heels
baby wipes and cans of enfamil
motorbikes and grams of fishscale
so 9-to-5 n-gg-s was no frills
turning young n-gg-s with principles to old men with debts
and all the prank calls was death threats
that b-tch got the best s-x – all across the globe
and the b-tch head game was out of control
i wonder when i’m gone if you miss me
or do you miss that don perignon and that christy
i’m f-ckin with you
i’m feeling your shape; i’m feeling your eyes
later on, i’m feeling your -ss and feeling your thighs
sweetheart, you book smart and street smart
i knew you was my type from the very, very start
i’m in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day
momma ain’t home, so the noise is okay
odb – you know we like it the raw way
latex; safe s-x; no hickeys on the neck
now you’re learning
the lords blesses make me wiser as the world’s turning
my tongue touch the right spot; i’ll have your toes curling
whether we just kicking it or we s-xing
i’m a pro, baby girl; i spit game to perfection
so when n-gg-s make mistakes, i correct ’em and
when n-gg-s get out of line, i check them man
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