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gat grippin' A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin' Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin' The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy

gotta feel the beat you gotta feel the beat huuuh, huuh , huuh, last call for alcohol last chance to slow dance babygirl I'm the man put a g-string

, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin , could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body in tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style, pop tha pussy

since the made cars Running things shiny to the North Star (Ah) Best communications since cellular I'll tell ya boy We terrible (Ah) Every time we get together its a odd [Incomprehensible] Load the pussy

you How hard? Hard like a rock, When you make that pussy pop! Chorus(2x): Luke Pop that pussy! Heyyy! Pop that pussy, baby! Pop that pussy! Pop, pop that pussy

payin' no pussy bills If you got mouths to feed Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need 'Cause I'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play I want the pussy

I ain't payin, ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin, juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see, 'cause I doubt that the pussy is fuckin

second string, on the squad I'm blowin' up, all in your face, word to God Yeah, I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside It made her pussy bubble

nuts as me? Plus I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string But I ain't