"Pussy - RM" lyrics
Nine Vicious Vault Lyrics
Pussy nigga, you's a fuckin' pussy (A fuckin' pussy)
Pussy nigga, you's a fuckin' pussy (Pussy bitch, say what?)
Pussy nigga, you's a fuckin' groupie (What? Let's go)
I just have fun, I don't like to think (I don't even think 'bout shit)
That bitch flooded as fuck, yeah, just like a sink (Ah—ah)
That pussy cold, bitch, yeah, it need her a mink, hold up (That pussy cold)
That pussy so goddamn cold, I think it need a mink (Pussy, pussy, pussy cold)
Speakers (What?)
Speakers (What?), speakers, speakers (Let's go)
I'm fuckin' that ho then put that ho on speaker (Put that ho on speaker, blatt)
I got too many songs for these niggas, I don't give a fuck 'bout no leaker
I got too many songs in this bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout no leaker (Say what? Haha)
These niggas trash like Bronny (Yeah-yeah)
Fuckin' on a Eastside ho, she stay on Pine (On God, slatt)
I got too much Wock' in my fuckin' tummy (And what?)
Damn, my tummy hurt (And what?), I fucked up my tummy (What?)
That's it (Fuck you talkin' 'bout, let's go)
Ooh, haha, yeah, just turn it off right now
Open that shit the fuck up
Oh my God, this motherfucker's trim (If you scared, get the fuck out, slatt)
Keep that end (What?), keep all that shit, what I just did, yeah (What?)
Let me hear that
Bella, he got on Sp5der (What? What?)
I just fucked on your bitch, I had to one night her (I just fucked on your bitch, let's go)
Bitch, I'm fire, yeah, give me that lighter (Woah)
I ain't even want that thot, yeah (What?), I just wanna pipe her (Say what?)
Bob, Dylan
Bob (Bob), Dylan (Bob, Bob)
Bob, Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan (What? What?)
I got so much money, bitch, yeah, I made me a killin' (Say what?)
I just got me a new tat, bitch, 'cause, yes, I love that feelin'
Pussy nigga, you's a fuckin' pussy (Pussy bitch, say what?)
Pussy nigga, you's a fuckin' groupie (What? Let's go)
I just have fun, I don't like to think (I don't even think 'bout shit)
That bitch flooded as fuck, yeah, just like a sink (Ah—ah)
That pussy cold, bitch, yeah, it need her a mink, hold up (That pussy cold)
That pussy so goddamn cold, I think it need a mink (Pussy, pussy, pussy cold)
Speakers (What?)
Speakers (What?), speakers, speakers (Let's go)
I'm fuckin' that ho then put that ho on speaker (Put that ho on speaker, blatt)
I got too many songs for these niggas, I don't give a fuck 'bout no leaker
I got too many songs in this bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout no leaker (Say what? Haha)
These niggas trash like Bronny (Yeah-yeah)
Fuckin' on a Eastside ho, she stay on Pine (On God, slatt)
I got too much Wock' in my fuckin' tummy (And what?)
Damn, my tummy hurt (And what?), I fucked up my tummy (What?)
That's it (Fuck you talkin' 'bout, let's go)
Ooh, haha, yeah, just turn it off right now
Open that shit the fuck up
Oh my God, this motherfucker's trim (If you scared, get the fuck out, slatt)
Keep that end (What?), keep all that shit, what I just did, yeah (What?)
Let me hear that
Bella, he got on Sp5der (What? What?)
I just fucked on your bitch, I had to one night her (I just fucked on your bitch, let's go)
Bitch, I'm fire, yeah, give me that lighter (Woah)
I ain't even want that thot, yeah (What?), I just wanna pipe her (Say what?)
Bob, Dylan
Bob (Bob), Dylan (Bob, Bob)
Bob, Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan (What? What?)
I got so much money, bitch, yeah, I made me a killin' (Say what?)
I just got me a new tat, bitch, 'cause, yes, I love that feelin'
