Pussy (feat. Fastlife Kurt) (исполнитель: Waka Flocka Flame)
[Verse 1] My sauce dripping, my paint flipping Big homie Bud, Lil’ [bad word] Cripping Money falling, niggas tripping When that money fall then them hoes listen Big forty on me, big rollie on me Big Cubans on me, Mark Cuban money Dumb and dumber that’s stupid money Unspendable, can’t lose it money [bad word] jump wrong that’s murder money Feel like a [bad [bad word] take it from me I’m from Clayton County that’s the majors homie Play it smart, won’t make it through Had the doctors pulling bullets out of you I’m just spitting facts, my point of view Everybody real ‘til they point at you Had them chopsticks squeezing at you My goons on you like tattoos Me and you we the opposite You could look at me and [bad word] sense I check [bad word] gynecologist See it's Bricksquad and Hustle Gang I don't [bad word] with pussies, I don't [bad word] with lames They'll try you but not Waka Flame [bad word] his pockets and pocket his chain [Hook] [bad word] you’sa [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] It ain’t my fault that you a [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] Money falling, girls poppin’ [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] Girl give me that [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [Verse 2] Drop the top back and I swerve in that [bad word] Might shoot your crib up, go berserk in that [bad word] Clocking right in go to work in that [bad word] It just took a charm ‘cause I’ murking that [bad word] Working that [bad word] I’m twerking that [bad word] My life like a movie, my rollie ain’t booshie My diamonds conceited, my thoughts really foreign Worries stay low lil' lackey be crawling That money be falling, these [bad word] keep calling My niggas be balling, them bottle be popping That liquor be pouring, my niggas is winning You know that they scoring [Outro] What it be like lil’ [bad word] All you old mans tryna be like lil’ [bad word] They say my stomach getting big, gotta eat right [bad word] You gotta be home before they turn on the streelights lil' [bad word] Pour up, you know that we drink lean by the liter Haters behind me they following the leader I’m dripping this salt sweat lick through your speakers My senior year I tried to [bad word] all my teachers [Hook]