letra de i smell pussy - tony yayo
i smell p-ssy
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 tai?
y’all n-gg-s is p-ssy
[verse 1 – tony yayo & lloyd banks]
i’m ballin now n-gg- now watch me (watch me)
ain’t nothin you can do to stop me (stop me)
you n-gg-s get so emotional (emotional)
you remind me of my b-tch
it’s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
but she doesn’t understand catch att-tudes when i leave her (leave her)
like bein on probation makin it harder for me to except her
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
i’m not at home she’s thinkin that i’m not alone
probably out tryna 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 (i know the game)
but i don’t play by the rules i’m focusin on my moves that way i’ll never lose
see i can tell by your shoes if you attracted to benz’s with 22’s
say i confuse you play little tricks with your head
catchin feelin’s ever since the first time i slept in your bed
i’m not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
i can’t say i love you i dont know what that means
i’m a pimp
[chorus – 50 cent x2]
girl you know i like it 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 without takin ecstasy
[verse 2 – tony yayo]
when i first met her
i did anything to get her (what?)
paid all her bills and filled the ‘fridgerator (uh huh)
reminiscin on late nights when i try to lay up
but couldn’t get off cause your baby would stay up
she even crashed the whip tryna switch in the third lane
that’s when i realized this b-tch was a bird brain
a pigeon writin her baby pops in the box in the prison
sing-sing is where he biddin
she in the gucci tights and fendi high heals
baby wipes and cans of infamil
moter bike and grams of fish scale
it’s a 9 to 5 n-gg-s with no frills
turnin young n-gg-s with princables to old men with debts
and all the prank calls was death threats that b-tch had the best s-x
all across the globe and the b-tch head game was out of control
[chorus – 50 cent x2]
girl you know i like it 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 without takin ecstasy
[verse 3 – 50 cent]
i’m wonderin when i’m gone if you’ll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the don perion and the cristy
i’m f-ckin with you
i’m feelin your shape i’m feelin your eyes
later on i’m feelin your -ss and feelin your thighs (come here baby)
sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
i knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
i’m into tongue kissin and 4play all day
mama ain’t home so the noise is okay
odb you know he like it the raw way
latex safe s-x no hickeys on the neck
now you learnin (whoo)
the lords blessin makes me wiser as the world’s turnin
my tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin
whether we’re just kickin it or s-xin (uh huh)
i’m a pro baby girl i spit game to perfection (yeah)
so when n-gg-s make mistakes i correct them and
when n-gg-s get out of line i check them mayn
[chorus – 50 cent x2]
girl you know i like it 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 without takin ecstasy
yeah
don’t think i forgot about your fat -ss though irv
runnin around takin’ pictures like you puff daddy and the family mothaf-cka
and that b-tch charli baltimore b-tch look like she died last week pale as f-ck
paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryna impersonate pink and sh-t b-tch
punk -ss mothaf-ckas
all you mothaf-ckas get wrote on n-gg-
ain’t no mothaf-ckas leave her alone cause she a b-tch f-ck that n-gg-.
f-ck all of it but not you ashanti baby you know how i feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl
come on gimme some love girl
f-ck irv gotti you know how me and you do baby (laughs)
you know they say i’m s-xy now
hey irv your mama got a thing for me.
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