This is called s** education ghetto style
I was doing it when I was a colored boy of 8 or 9 or 10
I have never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell, I was doing it then
I was doing it in my teenage years when I was running the ghetto street
Now, I had never seen me no ig flight test, but it still felt good to me
I was doing it when I arrived in college, searching for my degree
But Lord knows a degree wasn’t all I got
And that’s the way it supposed to be
Tryna get hoes like my n***a Bangladesh
Real sh**, I’m grindin though
I got a few hoes, you know
Like my sosa n***as sure you know, something like
My girl p**y get get juiced
Get wet, f** a n***a, she bad like Boosy
Swag like Boosy college
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Watch her in the day but at night she a p**y poppin
Clap clap, watch her drop it, drop it
s** is all good, you had to tell er stop it
She a say no n***a, I’m not stopping
And back to slobbin, slobbin, hold up
Hold up
It’s pretty good man
When I’m in the store man I got another ho who go yam
She f** all day if you let er
I went over to the house the other day and she hit me with the come in, it’s open
So like I said, err okay
Came in the house, that b**h was naked
Lord, Jesus, come save me
p**y fat wow baby
Whippin that a** I’m in there slavery
She know how I like it tight
Keep that p**y well shaved and nice
f** at me, it feels so wrong
But I do it just so right
I’m gonna do it man, I’m gonna do
But last but not least, it’s the groupie ho
Who I hit one time
Like come on, I tell you from the get go
What the deal was and she messed her number
She was like I wanna hit, she want me to hit er
No shirt, no draws, just gold teeth
Quick a mouth shorty with the hoes G
f**in me like they owe me
I don’t want yo ho, just a oh freeze
That p**y so good, n***a oh
Way she do it
Things that she don’t do for you
f** n***a yea, she told me
Don’t be mad at me, I’m just being me
Good p**y is always a woman
Your girl - good p**y, you should be proud
Trinidad, bad b**h, hah yea
My turn n***a, pa** that sh** mane
Bang
My girl p**y, my girl p**y
Like the f** on a plane, that’s a fly a** p**y
I never f** a b**h with some dry a** p**y
I turn into a muscle when she pop that p**y
Cat, dog, barking up the wrong tree
Told her go long then I hit her with the long D
Dinner in Atlanta, breakfast on Palm Beach
p**y so good, had to put her in the song, see?
Yea man, I’m tryna get some gold like my n***a Trinidad
It’s like a conversation piece for them hoes
It make everything else easy
As if I really need it easy
Knock out the p**y, knock out the p**y
I don’t hop sh** a n***a, hopscotch on a p**y
Pistol packin n***a, poppin shots on a p**y
She a gold digger, knock the Fort Knox off the p**y
b**hes going dumb, p**y going numb
You know I wore ham like I’m Miss Piggy’s son
Daughters, run, bang on the loose
Right track, wrong train, I’mma bang your caboose, b**h
I had this one girl man
I thought she was asleep
But she had one eye open
When I was moving I was finna go
She said where you goin?
You better bring that dick back
I said it’s mine
Put your p**y on a pedestal
You does it like a vegetable
Your p**y lookin edible but I don’t wanna eat it
I want her to eat it
When I beat it I repeat it
I want her to eat it til she paraplegic
They salute dick like pledge of allegiance
Got a different b**h for every season
Like my p**y well done, barely seasoned