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pussy - nine vicious lyrics

[chorus]
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ p*ssy (a f*ckin’ p*ssy)
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ p*ssy (p*ssy b*tch, say what?)
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ groupie (what? let’s go)

[verse 1]
bella, he got on sp5der (what? what?)
i just f*cked on your b*tch, i had to one night her (i just f*cked on your b*tch, let’s go)
b*tch, i’m fire, yeah, give me that lighter (woah)
i ain’t even want that thot, yeah (what?), i just wanna pipe her (say what?)
bob, dylan
bob (bob), dylan (bob, bob)
bob, dylan
bob dylan
bob dylan (what? what?)
i got so much money, b*tch, yeah, i made me a k!llin’ (say what?)
i just got me a new tat, b*tch, ’cause, yes, i love that feelin’
tat by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (i’m tatted by crutch, woah)
tat by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (tatted by crutch, lil’ b*tch)
tatted by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (open that sh*t the f*ck up)
tatted by crutch, i’m tatted by crutch (say what?)

[chorus]
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ p*ssy (a f*ckin’ p*ssy)
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ p*ssy (p*ssy b*tch, say what?)
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ groupie (what? let’s go)
p*ssy n*gga, you’s a f*ckin’ p*ssy (p*ssy, p*ssy)
[verse 2]
i just have fun, i don’t like to think (i don’t even think ’bout sh*t)
that b*tch flooded as f*ck, yeah, just like a sink (ah—ah)
that p*ssy cold, b*tch, yeah, it need her a mink, hold up (that p*ssy cold)
that p*ssy so godd*mn cold, i think it need a mink (p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy cold)
speakers (what?)
speakers (what?), speakers, speakers (let’s go)
i’m f*ckin’ that ho then put that ho on speaker (put that ho on speaker, blatt)
i got too many songs for these n*ggas, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout no leaker
i got too many songs in this b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout no leaker (say what? haha)
these n*ggas trash like bronny (yeah*yeah)
f*ckin’ on a eastside ho, she stay on pine (on god, slatt)
i got too much wock’ in my f*ckin’ tummy (and what?)
d*mn, my tummy hurt (and what?), i f*cked up my tummy (what?)

[outro]
that’s it (f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, let’s go)
ooh, haha, yeah, just turn it off right now
open that sh*t the f*ck up
oh my god, this motherf*cker’s trim (if you scared, get the f*ck out, slatt)
keep that end (what?), keep all that sh*t, what i just did, yeah (what?)
let me hear that

- nine vicious lyrics

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