Good pus*y lyrics

[Intro]
You know this is about you, girl
You know who I'm talkin to
DJ Hit

[Chorus]
Good pus*y, good good pus*y
Good pus*y, real good pus*y
So good I am all up in that pus*y
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y
Good pus*y, good good pus*y (she got that)
Good pus*y, real good pus*y (sure)
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y
DJ Hit

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm notorious for doin it big in that pus*y
It get any wetter I'ma swim in that pus*y
Triple X momma, we gonna fill in that pus*y
I'ma pack my sh*t and come live in that pus*y
Deep all in ya, feel it in your stomach, cause every other pump is feelin like I'm comin
I'm throwin up the hood, yeah, got a n*gga thuggin
Yeah I got one on but it ain't feelin like nothin
Damn, little momma got that wet wet
And other n*ggas b*tches is always the best sex
Yeah, yes she move it all around
Then she speed it, speed it up
Then she slow it, slow it down
See, there you go, playin, little momma need to stop
I live to give this hoe every dollar that I got
Hell no, she ain't a model, she likes em off the block, block
Swear to god I'm gonna get your ass pregnant, finished
[Chorus]
Good pus*y, good good pus*y. Good pus*y, real good pus*y. So good I through the hood up in that pus*y. So good I through the hood up in that pus*y. (x2)

[Verse 2: YG]
If I knew I would just buy my would been round my throne
Three other ex's got her name tatted on em
She take it, and she give it back like a loaner
Usually, when I play the D, I control em
But, this sh*t's kind of different
Got me all in club like tongue kissin-ing
So every shot I get to shoot, I'm switchin it
Deep down and up close I'm hittin it
With a hammer or a baseball bat
Three four five six seven eight, all that
My last b*tch's pus*y fine but ain't all that
Leave texts on my phone like we can't call back
Hell naw, I'm with my new b*tch
The crew too alive on some new sh*t
Yeah they all blue devils on some new sh*t
I got the whole spot covered on some real sh*t

[Chorus]
Good pus*y, good good pus*y
Good pus*y, real good pus*y
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y (x2)
[Verse 3: YG]
Good pus*y, real good pus*y
She grew up on sixth street, she got that hood pus*y
Young n*gga got pipe, no plumbing
And Michael Jackson, beat it, like she stole something
So good, I throw my hood up
Monkey ball pus*y, got me doin pull ups
Car street pus*y, I beat it up in the back seat
Garbage minded, all my thoughts is nasty
Met her in the club, man though, I had to f*ck
Bakin like an ayer pus*y, wetter than a tub
We could take some pictures, baby, we could make a movie
It was like a Christmas gift how she gave it to me
I popped a pill and f*cked all night
She catch balls, but not the Randy Moss type
Like a replay, I make her bring it back
She go for the sack like Warren Sapp

[Chorus]
Good pus*y, good good pus*y
Good pus*y, real good pus*y
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y
So good I through the hood up in that pus*y. (x2)

[Outro: YG]
Just slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Slide it if it's bomb, slide it if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Slide it to the side, slide it to the side, slide it to the side, slide it if it's bomb