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letra de pussy mine - money gang

[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
i say, yo, what’s poppin’, baby? (yo) tell your man to stop it, baby (stop it)
you think he is, but he’s not on nothin’, baby (nothin’)
yeah and i would like to see you topless, baby (topless)
girl, you my everything ’cause you got it, baby (you got it)
and i got you, baby, that’s on my soul (uh-huh)
she says, “talk is cheap,” well, i can pay that toll (i can)
so let’s go (let’s go), you can ride me like a roll (roll)
i’m on my sh-t, you on your sh-t, we the sh-t, on folks (on folks ‘nem)
i’m fbg, so shawty wanna let me d-ck her up (d-ck her up)
treat her like a blackjack and gon’ l!ck her up (l!ck her up)
before she knock me down, i’ma pick her up (uh-huh)
and rob her for her love, sti-stick her up (i need that)
robbery (by who?), dutchie two times
she said she don’t love daddy d-ck, then you lyin’ (uh-huh)
if this a dream, can you please wake me up? (why?)
because i almost fell in love with this shaky b-tt (i did), but she did
[chorus: reese g]
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine
keep it one hundred, baby, we both know
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine, yeah
tell me, tell me, baby, it’s all mine, hey (yeah, reese g in this b-tch)

[verse 2: reese g]
keep the lock and throw the key, day one, i knew you was for me
the way you put it on me, how you rode that ass all through the sheets
you bit my neck and pulled my dreads and told me keep that p-ssy fed
i keep it right and eat it twice and beat it up all through the night
you miserable and sick without the pipe that i be dishin’ now
so tell me, baby, who’s is it? don’t start with all that foolish sh-t
’cause i can act all new with this, i’m flippin’ hoes like flippin’ bricks
the wrong answer might get you ditched and have you lonely through this b-tch
you know the truth, you know the real, you know i pipe, you know i k!ll
you know the p-ssy mine every time, see, i’m down to drill
gon’ be one hundred, last night, you said i’m worth a mill’
beat that p-ssy down, knock it out, call me holyfield
ain’t no stoppin’, legs up, grab, hold, head tucked
i’m about to do it in this b-tch, it ain’t no dead f-ck
we ’bout to tear the bed up, it’s crazy when your legs stuck
put the whole thing in you, then i leave you in the bed tucked, yeah

[chorus: mg lil bro]
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine
keep it one hundred, baby, we both know
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine, yeah
tell me, tell me, baby, it’s all mine, hey (lil bro)
[verse 3: mg lil bro]
tell me that, that p-ssy mine (yep), bend you over, ’bout to play
[?] when i finished, she be sayin’
“little bro, you do it right,” (let’s do it) spend a couple bands
just to send her on a florida flight (yep), just to get my daughter right (huh?)
beat that p-ssy up, i got her feelin’ like she tyson [?] (i do)
round two up in that p-ssy, got her wet and feelin’ nice (it’s wet)
i be on some other sh-t, that bsg, that lover sh-t
that get her to the crib (huh?), cuddle up, up in the covers sh-t
scratches on my back (what?), she put hickies on my neck (huh?)
got me tatted on her chest and she be screamin’ “f-ck the rest
little bro do it the best,” eatin’ that p-ssy, lose your breath
let you cum right on my face, gotta be a private place (gotta)
gotta be a quiet place (shh) and i won’t tell my mans
that you do it with no hands (yeah), you can run and tell your friends (huh?)
“little bro, he eat that p-ssy up,” yeah, i eat that p-ssy up (yep)
and i’m kind of nasty, turn you over, eat your p-ssy up (yep)

[chorus]
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine
keep it one hundred, baby, we both know
tell me that, that p-ssy is mine, yeah
tell me, tell me, baby, it’s all mine, hey

- money gang

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