pus*y Got Slap lyrics

[Intro:]
[Dub Sample] World’s Freshest, World’s Freshest, World’s Freshest
b*tch yo pus*y got slap [x4]

[Verse 1:]
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Yo’ pus*y got props
Yo’ pus*y being doing her job
Yo’ pus*y so wet
Yo’ pus*y so sticky
Yo’ pus*y be drippin like slime
I can hit it from the back
Or we can do it standing up
On the hotel floor
On the kitchen sink
On the back seat of my truck
If we nut at the same time
We can call that a tie
In the back of the plane
Up in the sky
On a Red Eye
Thrills so hot make
Me melt in your jaw
Yo suck a beach ball through a straw
b*tch you the sh*t
Now take this pipe
Drink it all up
Just like a Sprite
Boom boom boom boom
She got talent
Boom boom boom boom
Booty be bouncing
Doing the mushy
Not hairy and bushy
Look she good
I’m all in her pus*y
[Chorus:]
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Yo’ pus*y got props
Yo’ pus*y being doing her job
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Yo’ pus*y so sticky
Yo’ pus*y be drippin like slime
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Yo’ pus*y got props
Yo’ pus*y being doing her job
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Yo’ pus*y so sticky
Yo’ pus*y be drippin like slime

[Verse 2:]
I beat the pus*y up like a steam bag
Leave the motherf*cker smoking like a weed bag
White rubber on ma di*k like a [?]
I got so much pipe that I don’t need swag
Yo my only advice is bring your knee pads
Cause imma go all night, at least three mags
Get up in that ass like I’m teaching class
Bend you in half and stab until I reach yo ass
A beast when I got the shine don in me
And when it’s cryin to me ate me a nominee
Like you wear a neck brace girl your neck scrape
f*ck a mixtape
Let’s make a sex tape
Long stroke online like Netscape
I blow the best grape
In the West great
I knock em down from [?] where the Nets play
When I hear that gush the first thing imma say is
[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
b*tch yo pus*y got slap
Love it when I stab up in your pus*y like that
Trust fund b*tch
Yeah that pus*y got stacks
So Im in it like a 50
Yeah the pus*y snap back
b*tch gotta live though
Tried to [?] guerilla fit
Got her toes pointing to the ceiling while I’m drillin it
n*gga laid the game from the day she was feelin it
I can’t read the pus*y live n*gga ain’t illiterate
Socks and ma chain on
Bout to go commando
All star game with you b*tches in Orlando
Used to sell crack counting bands in the van tho
Got up in this rap business f*ckin in the Lambo’
Worldwide thugging
Bout to pour some champagne on a b*tch
50 racks blowing spare change on a b*tch
And the swag that yo man [?] on a di*k
n*gga you can have the b*tch back
The pus*y got slap
[Chorus]