Lupe Fiasco ft. Billy Blue - Pu$$y Lyrics

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Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the nigga
At the end when the time come
Get the drop on the weed spot
Like there's too much water in the tea pot, huh
Lord have Murcielagos on the poor, nigga
Pour, nigga
They your adore the event of war
Down for the son of doors of the door niggas
Does the Lord like to thank award winners?
And the war winners'll rewards inner
All the all-enders ain't the pure kinders
So the form in this can be raw
In this like the porn business
King to king 'til the, 'til the pawn hit us
If he goes, half a million sold sold the soul, going gold
In the end will it go to the pawn business?
You ain't doing nothing with it
Let a nigga get it for the low-low-low-low
Lames tried to form their brains
Couldn't storm it like a dodo-dodo-dodo-dodo-do
In the Philippines eating chicken wings
Smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-dobo-do
Vatos, fiascos, votos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Gadget go, go, go, go
Ratchet ho, ho, ho, ho
Santa ho, ho, ho, ho
Casey Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo
Brown skin brother in a fed box
At the hail Li' nigga live for months
Except these young, black males
Wouldn't drive if you give them trucks
Nigga, nigga, nigga what
I don't give a, give a, give a, fuck
With a, with a, with a mind full of money, pockets full of nothing
Niggas gonna feel what a nigga feel
Always been a winner ever since beginner
All the way to the end and never ever been a pussy

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Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga mind
Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga spine
Lord, please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these nigga lie
These nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie
Lord, please forgive me for the sinners sinning
Please forgive me for the snitching to the Lord
Hoping and forbidding to the ribbon
Niggas wanting to get in, open up the doors
Son wanna feel 'em, open up the ceiling
Niggas start tripping, open up the floor
Trap like Indiana Jones looking for a map
That I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hat
Coffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my back
Dream so real niggas die taking one of my naps
Mattress full of money, monster under that sheets full of raps
Comfort for the weak, sleep for the whack
Party while you slumber, tell 'em money coming, jump in my sack
Niggas wanna exercise, exercise I-X-I and go jump in my jack
If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, nigga, that's a gun in my lap
Hurdle to the tire, cherry it's a fire
I'm a flyer, take you under my flap
Is he going nuts? Is he going bolts?
No, going both running my track

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what
I just figure, figure, figure you gon' be a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what
And since niggas is faster than them white folks on the tracks
White folks, tight rope, lightbulb
I could be a sprinting nigga liquid in the nigga running over rap
I higher, higher wire, you a wire on a power pad running over that
Running over that, running over that, running over that, running over that
Five time winner, five-nine, fine line dinner
Einstein mine mind bender
Fine dine, nine, wine, find cocaine in my mind and in the pussy

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