Da Grym Reefer - I Want Some p**y lyrics

(Chorus) I want some motherf**ing p**y I want some motherf**ing p**y I want some motherf**ing p**y Hey, b**h, I want some motherf**ing p**y (repeat x1) Dr. Gigglez: When it comes to f**ing Ya boy He don't hesitate Met this little freak Straight going Down at Jackson State Told her that my name was Nate Took her a** on a date Straight to the Knights Inn Cuz a n***a couldn't wait Mane, I want some p**y And I know she want some dick too A pink-toed that's down to do the whole crew Now that's it's over with b**h, I'mma holla ho Next time I want to f** I'mma hit ya on the phone (On the phone) Big Smoke: I stopped at the corner store That's whene I had met this ho A big booty red-boned ho. Her name was Michelle She loved to give a n***a head She s**ing and f**ing doing her thang She never scared. I done spit my game See the b**h was feeling me Wanting me to fulfill all of her freaky fantasies Got her to the house The b**h here Was goin out the frame She s**ed my dick from the back And I forgot the hoes name And that's a shame (Chorus x2) 81: Shawty that a** is fat Double stacked in them Capris I wanna gut that cat You should've been a top model For Baby Phat So is you really ready? Hold on! Cuz I'm never showing no slack Straight gut action from the back So let me be your f**ing friend And not your man Hold your fanny in my hand And drill it in That's how I do it Beat it Mistreat it And never eat it Cuz s*uts Get to s**ing on my nuts While you acting sidity Like You don't wanna f** Dizzy duck Do your job Slurp and slob Hustle squad Free of charge (Yeah, That's how we do So come jump on my team) Lil Peoples: I'm looking for a bad, bad b**h Like Trina Don't want no divas Just want a thick red-bone With a fine a** demeanor I specialize in Lane hoes Cuz they are Some freaky a** lil' s*uts Though They like to bend over Make they knees touch they elbows And let the dick Touch the back Of they f**ing throat When I saw that ho At the Bull Market #5 I knew right then I had to have them thick as thighs I ain't gon lie I slid right by and got them digits I spit that real pimpin And got on down Cuz a n***a all about them riches (Chorus x2) Da Grym Reefer: We you know What I came for I didn't come to chit-chat Or else I'd just stayed on the phone b**h, I came to hit that Split that Kit-Kat Holla if you dig that Turn your ringer off Tell your n***a you've been kidnapped. I ain't got no time to play I just got some pipe to lay I ain't got no time to save So don't be asking me to pay I'll break ya face and hurt ya feelings No trick or treat I'm bout my pimpin Bustin nuts on b**hes lips And get some grips and split Before you flip the script And that's how I do it Follow your own discretion If you follow my influence I know hoes who went to Moorehead Known for giving more head Slow head Whoa head Everything but no head Around these b**hes Watch your bread Cum s**ing s*uts Are amuck Trying to get in you head When a n***a... (Chorus to fade)