Allday - Luv p**y lyrics

Steezy gentleman, blood full of medicine Pseudo-ephedrine in my head again Whatever but I'm eating out this p**y like a pellican And when she go bam thats when I'm in my element Afternoon delight singing everything Love the p**y and the kush and the bed I'm in f** staring in her eyes need some chilli chips to set upon She get hysterical just like americans when ellens on Your elegant but this only therapy don't get it wrong Drive the continent along still noone compare to tom Looking serious like I'm tryna prevent a bomb Good p**y feeling like Lebanon Listen to 80s hit some stuff to make a baby with Picturing Madonna in her prime I'm an atheist I feel like basquiat but I can't say that sh** Doing me some dumb art drawing up a naked b**h sh** I love p**y I think you know Yeah I love p**y Can't even leave it alone Talking bout p**y this and p**y that p**y this and p**y that p**y this and p**y that p**y this and p**y that I love some p**y like a second home And I don't even have a house my other place is getting dome Visit your special zone, watch a movie share a cone Of vanilla before we start to bicker yes I'm error prone I know that I went way over the quota Let free willy do the dictation just like Jonah And the whale I guess shes eating blubber till it choke her And My heads feeling light for a stoner If its broken them fix it if its not then chill The world is just illusion this is not for real For each of ya hot meals I've had a hotty squeal I've picked the pretty flowers and left a lot to wilt I'm not proud but still and not ashamed of it either Had nuggets to fire up clocking the miles up High on this homegrown, it's nothing designer But this pussies from Milan and I'm up inside it Sorry to the women I offend and sh** But good p**y well that's an imperative And I like intelligence and I like a feminist But I don't need arguments to fight like my parents did I'd rather get high as sh** I'd rather become the man You can s** rubber dicks my hairs in a rubber band That's just my master plan, I hope you can understand I was ripping off underpants backseat of my mothers van Tank fulla p**y fumes, leading on numeral Think numero uno man the ego is chewing fuel Bag full of stolen goods, sweatin it through the mall Cops chasing us down were just chasing whats beautiful To nail it like cuticles call it home improvement Call me tom the toolman the b**hes so effusive Guess it's due to music I do know one thing I love p**y I love p**y it's lovely