I Want Some Pussy Lyrics - Big Smoke

(Chorus) 

I want some motherfucking pussy 

I want some motherfucking pussy 

I want some motherfucking pussy 

Hey, bitch, I want some motherfucking pussy 

(repeat x1) 

Dr. Gigglez: 

When it comes to fucking 

Ya boy 

He don't hesitate 

Met this little freak 

Straight going 

Down at Jackson State 

Told her that my name was Nate 

Took her ass on a date 

Straight to the Knights Inn 

Cuz a nigga couldn't wait 

Mane, I want some pussy 

And I know she want some dick too 

A pink-toed that's down to do the whole crew 

Now that's it's over with 

Bitch, I'mma holla ho 

Next time I want to fuck 

I'mma hit ya on the phone 

(On the phone) 

Big Smoke: 

I stopped at the corner store 

That's whene I had met this ho 

A big booty red-boned ho. 

Her name was Michelle 

She loved to give a nigga head 

She sucking and fucking doing her thang 

She never scared. 

I done spit my game 

See the bitch was feeling me 

Wanting me to fulfill all of her freaky fantasies 

Got her to the house 

The bitch here 

Was goin out the frame 

She sucked my dick from the back 

And I forgot the hoes name 

And that's a shame 

(Chorus x2) 

81: 

Shawty that ass is fat 

Double stacked in them Capris 

I wanna gut that cat 

You should've been a top model 

For Baby Phat 

So is you really ready? 

Hold on! 

Cuz I'm never showing no slack 

Straight gut action from the back 

So let me be your fucking friend 

And not your man 

Hold your fanny in my hand 

And drill it in 

That's how I do it 

Beat it 

Mistreat it 

And never eat it 

Cuz sluts 

Get to sucking on my nuts 

While you acting sidity 

Like You don't wanna fuck 

Dizzy duck 

Do your job 

Slurp and slob 

Hustle squad 

Free of charge 

(Yeah, That's how we do 

So come jump on my team) 

Lil Peoples: 

I'm looking for a bad, bad bitch 

Like Trina 

Don't want no divas 

Just want a thick red-bone 

With a fine ass demeanor 

I specialize in Lane hoes 

Cuz they are 

Some freaky ass lil' sluts 

Though 

They like to bend over 

Make they knees touch they elbows 

And let the dick 

Touch the back 

Of they fucking throat 

When I saw that ho 

At the Bull Market #5 

I knew right then 

I had to have them thick as thighs 

I ain't gon lie 

I slid right by 

and got them digits 

I spit that real pimpin 

And got on down 

Cuz a nigga all about them riches 

(Chorus x2) 

Da Grym Reefer: 

We you know 

What I came for 

I didn't come to chit-chat 

Or else I'd just stayed on the phone 

Bitch, I came to hit that 

Split that 

Kit-Kat 

Holla if you dig that 

Turn your ringer off 

Tell your nigga you've been kidnapped. 

I ain't got no time to play 

I just got some pipe to lay 

I ain't got no time to save 

So don't be asking me to pay 

I'll break ya face and hurt ya feelings 

No trick or treat 

I'm bout my pimpin 

Bustin nuts on bitches lips 

And get some grips and split 

Before you flip the script 

And that's how I do it 

Follow your own discretion 

If you follow my influence 

I know hoes who went to 

Moorehead 

Known for giving more head 

Slow head 

Whoa head 

Everything but no head 

Around these bitches 

Watch your bread 

Cum sucking sluts 

Are amuck 

Trying to get in you head 

When a nigga... 

(Chorus to fade)