Problem, YG - Good Pussy lyrics

You know this is about you, girl
You know who I'm talkin to dJ Hit

Good pussy, good good pussy
Good pussy, real good pussy
So good I am all up in that pussy
So good I through the hood up in that pussy
Good pussy, good good pussy (she got that)
Good pussy, real good pussy (sure)
So good I through the hood up in that pussy
DJ Hit

I'm notorious for doin it big in that pussy
It get any wetter I'ma swim in that pussy
Triple X momma, we gonna fill in that pussy
I'ma pack my shit and come live in that pussy
Deep all in ya, feel it in your stomach
Cause every other pump is
Feelin like I'm comin
I'm throwin up the hood, yeah
Got a nigga thuggin yeah I got one on but
It ain't feelin like nothin
Damn, little momma got that wet wet
And other niggas bitches is
Always the best sex
Yeah, yes she move it all around
Then she speed it, speed it up
Then she slow it, slow it down
See, there you go, playin
Little momma need to stop
I live to give this hoe
Every dollar that I got
Hell no, she ain't a model, she
Likes em off the block, block
Swear to god I'm gonna get your ass pregnant
Finished

Good pussy, good good pussy good pussy
Real good pussy so good I through
The hood up in that
Pussy so good I through the
Hood up in that pussy

If I knew I would just buy
My would been round my throne
Three other ex's got her name tatted on em
She take it
And she give it back like a loaner
Usually, when I play the D, I control em
But, this shit's kind of different
Got me all in club like tongue kissin-ing
So every shot I get to shoot, I'm switchin it
Deep down and up close I'm hittin it
With a hammer or a baseball bat
Three four five six seven eight, all that
My last bitch's pussy fine but ain't all that
Leave texts on my phone like
We can't call back
Hell naw, I'm with my new bitch
The crew too alive on some new shit
Yeah they all blue devils on some new shit
I got the whole spot covered
On some real shit

Good pussy, good good pussy
Good pussy, real good pussy
So good I through the hood up in that pussy
So good I through the hood up in that pussy

Good pussy, real good pussy
She grew up on sixth street
She got that hood pussy
Young nigga got pipe, no plumbing
And Michael Jackson, beat it
Like she stole something
So good, I throw my hood up
Monkey ball pussy, got me doin pull ups
Car street pussy
I beat it up in the back seat
Garbage minded, all my thoughts is nasty
Met her in the club, man though
I had to fuck
Bakin like an ayer pussy, wetter than a tub
We could take some pictures, baby
We could make a movie
It was like a Christmas gift how
She gave it to me
I popped a pill and fucked all night
She catch balls, but not the Randy Moss type
Like a replay, I make her bring it back
She go for the sack like Warren Sapp

Good pussy, good good pussy
Good pussy, real good pussy
So good I through the hood up in that pussy
So good I through the hood up in that pussy
Just slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Slide it if it's bomb, slide it if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Sli-sli-slide it to the side if it's bomb
Slide it to the side, slide it to
The side, slide it to the side
Slide it if it's bomb