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i smell pussy - fifty cent lyrics

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 tah?
y’all n-gg-s is p-ssy
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 being 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 tryin’ to 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 don’t know what that means
i’ma pimp.

[chorus: (x2)]
girl you know i like it when you climb on top
love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
and you know i love the way you make the bed rock
take me to extasy without taking extasy

[verse 2:]
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 tryin’ to 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 findi 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: (x2)]
girl you know i like it when you climb on top
love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
and you know i love the way you make the bed rock
take me to extasy without taking extasy

[verse 3:]
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 four play all day
mama ain’t home so the noise is okay
o.d.b 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 man

[chorus: (x2)]
girl you know i like it when you climb on top
love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
and you know i love the way you make the bed rock
take me to extasy without taking extasy

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 tryin’ to 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.

- fifty cent lyrics

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