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letra de nookie (pu$y) - 21 lil harold & 21 savage

[intro: s-xyy red]
(you gotta motherf-ckin’ feel this sh-t, boy)
p-ssy (banbwoi)
(p-ssy, p-ssy)
s-xyy
(p-ssy, p-ssy)
p-ssy

[verse 1: 21 lil harold]
slob on my kn-b, nine-to-five like a job
i like pullin’ on her braids, i hate when she get a bob (d-mn)
make that ass shake everywhere, bubba sparxxx
f-ck her backseat of this car, i’m the star when it dark (dark)
don’t go nowhere without my chopper (uh)
she gon’ f-ck my partner when we done, i can’t stop her (nah)
your old n-gga tried to box me out, serge ibaka (thirty-six)
i go uncle luke with these hoes, i just toss ’em (toss ’em, toss ’em)
shе get nasty, look up and call me daddy (uh-huh)
every timе i hit it like i never even had it (uh-huh)
ten thousand ones, ’bout to blow this sh-t in magic (phew, phew)
he lookin’ way too hard, i might just rob your baby daddy, he a (baow, baow, baow)

[chorus: s-xyy redd & 21 lil harold]
p-ssy (p-ssy, p-ssy)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that (p-ssy, p-ssy)
p-ssy (uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up)
your baby daddy, he a b-tch and i’m knowin’ he a
p-ssy (p-ssy, p-ssy-ass)
i could tell by the way that ass shake, shawty got some good
p-ssy (woah, ah, ah, ah)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that
p-ssy
[verse 2: s-xyy redd]
y-you a p-ssy, i can see it in your eyes (ho)
if you play, i’m on your ass like sh-t on flies (grrah, baow)
heard you be tellin’, we can’t f-ck with none them kind (rat)
all my n-ggas with the sh-t, free the guys (free my n-gga)
p-ssy
the-these hoes p-ssy, b-tches weak
matter fact, speakin’ of p-ssies, your p-ssy smell like feet (ew)
yeah, i look good, but ho, don’t ever think sh-t sweet (s-xyy)
n-northside b-tch, in my purse, i keep that glocky
it’s in your blood, p-ssy n-gga, you can’t help it
your mama lame as f-ck and your daddy known for tellin’ (snitch)
ni-n-gga, you a b-tch, i can sense it and i smell it
sh-shout out to the real n-ggas in the feds jailin’ (free the guys, free the guys)

[chorus: s-xyy redd, 21 lil harold & 21 savage]
p-ssy (p-ssy, p-ssy)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that (p-ssy, p-ssy)
p-ssy (uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up)
your baby daddy, he a b-tch and i’m knowin’ he a
p-ssy (p-ssy, p-ssy-ass)
i could tell by the way that ass shake, shawty got some good
p-ssy (woah, grahh, baow, beat it up, beat it up)
when i get to the crib, i’ma beat that
p-ssy (woah, woah)
[verse 3: 21 savage]
yeah, she married, but she tryin’ to give me p-ssy (21)
if i don’t hit it, i’ma feel like a p-ssy (on god)
it’s borderline seven figures just to book me (21)
she sell p-ssy and she scam, and do hair (21, 21)
she could be from memphis, i ain’t goin’ in there bare (facts)
when i see my opps, all them p-ssies do is stare (p-ssy)
n-gga said he put his hands on me, b-tch, where? (p-ssy)
drop my nuts like i’m king kong (21)
my money need two accountants ’cause the sh-t long (21)
she suck me up and blow my phone up, call her headphone (on god)
cross the street then you get hit ’cause your ass grown (21, 21)

[outro: s-xyy redd, 21 savage & 21 lil harold]
p-ssy
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy
uh-huh, p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy
uh, uh, beat it up, beat it up
p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy

- 21 lil harold 21 savage

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