Crazy Titch, Ghetts - Pussy (Freestyle) lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Crazy Titch, Ghetts - Pussy Freestyle lyrics]
Do some work, pussy do some work, pussy
Do some work, pussy do some work, pussy
Do some work, pussy (Yo) do some work, pussy
Do some work, pussy (Pussy)
Do some work, pussy
Its Crazy Times 2, get ready for the new one
This one's banging, come with the cannon
Most man know I'm a loose one
I've been away for the last four years, bruvs
Tell me, what have you done?
Nothing! Who have you spun?
Nobody, said you serious?
Go ahead Jonathan, jog on, do one!
I'm back, it's time to get gruesome
You're whack, your time's overdue son
On my own, I'll tell your whole crew come
One 16 will get your whole crew spun
On point accurate, spray like a new gun
I'll put my hand on my waist
Looking for weed, you best believe
You're so shook, that was enough
To make two run, pussy
Pussy, calm down
Don't act like you're bursting
I'm on arms, do you know what I'm curling?
Dressed in a hood with a stick like Merlin
Big 45 have your bredrin twirling
187, straight up earth him
This one's wavy, hear how I'm surfing
You wanna catch up? Keep on working
Wait 'til you done a
Couple bookings in Berlin
Glastonbury, V Festival and a big tour
Then tell me about merking
You don't know me, I move like po
And my styles are martial arts, Mervin
I'm down like Daniel Brown
I'll wrap this back on your head, turban
Don't front like you won't get a pounding
Rudeboy, I ain't talking about sterling
Pussy
Alright, that's enough of the name calling
'Cause you'll get air and I ain't all in
Don't try and act hard 'cause
Your mates walked in
My man are hard, they brought tings
Your mandem are air, just bare talking
All night in the dance and
They ain't bought drinks
Sweated up, dry mouth, looking for links
Wagwan for cologne? Have you
Heard about Lynx?
Money talks, bullshit walks
I guess that's why fam
Your whole crew stinks
Get to the dance, cop two bottles
Both of them mine, not one of them Pimms
Each to their own, that's how we roll
We all see food, no lobster or shrimp
Shotting in the ends or go to country
Money's gotta run, no bath or sink
Alright, alright, alright, alright, pussy
Yeah, I'm gassed after that one there
Trust me
Do some work, pussy do some work, pussy
Do some work, pussy (Yo) do some work, pussy
Do some work, pussy (Pussy)
Do some work, pussy
Its Crazy Times 2, get ready for the new one
This one's banging, come with the cannon
Most man know I'm a loose one
I've been away for the last four years, bruvs
Tell me, what have you done?
Nothing! Who have you spun?
Nobody, said you serious?
Go ahead Jonathan, jog on, do one!
I'm back, it's time to get gruesome
You're whack, your time's overdue son
On my own, I'll tell your whole crew come
One 16 will get your whole crew spun
On point accurate, spray like a new gun
I'll put my hand on my waist
Looking for weed, you best believe
You're so shook, that was enough
To make two run, pussy
Pussy, calm down
Don't act like you're bursting
I'm on arms, do you know what I'm curling?
Dressed in a hood with a stick like Merlin
Big 45 have your bredrin twirling
187, straight up earth him
This one's wavy, hear how I'm surfing
You wanna catch up? Keep on working
Wait 'til you done a
Couple bookings in Berlin
Glastonbury, V Festival and a big tour
Then tell me about merking
You don't know me, I move like po
And my styles are martial arts, Mervin
I'm down like Daniel Brown
I'll wrap this back on your head, turban
Don't front like you won't get a pounding
Rudeboy, I ain't talking about sterling
Pussy
Alright, that's enough of the name calling
'Cause you'll get air and I ain't all in
Don't try and act hard 'cause
Your mates walked in
My man are hard, they brought tings
Your mandem are air, just bare talking
All night in the dance and
They ain't bought drinks
Sweated up, dry mouth, looking for links
Wagwan for cologne? Have you
Heard about Lynx?
Money talks, bullshit walks
I guess that's why fam
Your whole crew stinks
Get to the dance, cop two bottles
Both of them mine, not one of them Pimms
Each to their own, that's how we roll
We all see food, no lobster or shrimp
Shotting in the ends or go to country
Money's gotta run, no bath or sink
Alright, alright, alright, alright, pussy
Yeah, I'm gassed after that one there
Trust me