Lupe Fiasco - Pu$$y Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the ****aAt the end when the time comeGet the drop on the weed spotLike there's too much water in the tea pot, huhLord have Murcielagos on the poor, ****a, pour, ****aThey adore the event of warDown force on the doors of adored ****asDoes the Lord like to thank award winners?And the war winners'll rewards innerOr the all-enders ain't the pure chemistsSo the form in this can be raw in this like the porn businessKing to king 'til the, 'til the pawn hit usIf he goes, half a million sold, sold the soul, going goldIn the end will it go to the pawn business?You ain't doing nothing with itLet a ****a get it for the low-low-low-lowLames tried to form their brains, couldn't storm it like a dodo-dodo-dodo-doIn the Philippines eating chicken wings, smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-doVatos, fiascos, votos locos like a cho-lo-lo-loGadget go, go, go, goRatchet ho, ho, ho, hoSanta ho, ho, ho, hoK-Ci, Jo-Jo-Jo-JoBrown skin brother in a fed box at the hell lil' ****a live there for monthsExcept these young, black males wouldn't drive if you give them trucks****a, ****a, ****a whatI don't give a, give a, give a, *****With a, with a, with a mind full of money, pockets full of nothing****as gonna feel what a ****a feelAlways been a winner ever since beginnerAll the way to the end and never ever been a *****[Hook: Billy Blue] (x4)***** ****a, ***** ***** ****a, ***** ***** ****a get *****edReal ****a, Twitter, what?[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]Lord, please keep these diablo ****as off a ****a mindLord, please keep these diablo ****as off a ****a spineLord, please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these ****a lieThese ****a lie, these ****a lie, these ****a lie, these ****a lieLord, please forgive me for the sinningSinning please forgive me for the snitching to the LordHoping and forbidding to the ribbon ****as wanting to get in, open up the doorsSon wanna feel 'em, open up the ceiling****as start tripping, open up the floorTrap like Indiana Jones looking for a mapThat I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hatCoffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my backDream so real ****as die taking one of my napsMattress full of money, monster under that sheets full of rapsComfort for the weak, sleep for the whackParty while you slumber, tell 'em money coming, jump in my sack****as wanna exercise, exercise I-X-I ain't no jumpin' my jackIf I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, ****a, that's a gun in my lapHurdle to the tire, chariots of fireI'm a flyer, take you under my flapIs he going nuts? Is he going bolts?No, going both running my track****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a whatI just figure, figure, figure you gon' be a ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a whatAnd since ****as is faster than them white folks on the tracksWhite folks tightrope, like both, I could be a sprintin' ****aNik Wallenda, runnin' over rapI higher, higher wire, you a wire on a power pad running over thatRunning over that, running over that, running over that, running over thatFive time winner, five-nine, fine line dinnerEinstein mind, mind benderFine dine, nine, wine, find cocaine in my mindAntenna *****![Hook]
