Lupe Fiasco, Billy Blue - Pu$$y (RNT) lyrics

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 adore the event of war
Down force on the doors of adored niggas
Does the Lord like to thank award winners?
And the war winners'll rewards inner
Or the all-enders ain't the pure chemists
So the form in this can be raw
In this like the porn business
Keen 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 it



Brains couldn't storm it
Like a Ororo-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
In the Philippines eating chicken wings
Smothered with adobo dobo dobo do
Vatos, fiascos
Vocos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo
Gadget go, go, go, go, go
Ratchet ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Santa ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, K-Ci
Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo
Brown skin brother in a fed box at the
Hell lil' nigga live there 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 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 sinning
Sinning please
Forgive me for the snitching to the Lord
Openin' for business scissors 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 IX-I ain't no jumpin' my jack
If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, nigga
That's a gun in my lap
Hurdle to the tire, chariots of 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 tightrope, like both

I could be a sprintin' nigga
Nik Wallenda, runnin' 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 thinner einstein mind, mind bender
Fine dine, nine, wine
Find cocaine in my mind's antenna pussy!

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