A-Z Lyrics Database
Welcome! Login | Register
Lyrics   »   L   »   Lupe Fiasco Lyrics   »   Pu$$y Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Pu$$y Lyrics

Font:      
Align:    
  • [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
  • Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the ****a
  • 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, ****a, pour, ****a
  • They adore the event of war
  • Down force on the doors of adored ****as
  • 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
  • King 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 ****a get it for the low-low-low-low
  • Lames tried to form their brains, couldn't storm it like a dodo-dodo-dodo-do
  • In the Philippines eating chicken wings, smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-do
  • Vatos, fiascos, votos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo
  • Gadget go, go, go, go
  • Ratchet ho, ho, ho, ho
  • Santa ho, ho, ho, ho
  • K-Ci, Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo
  • Brown skin brother in a fed box at the hell lil' ****a live there for months
  • Except these young, black males wouldn't drive if you give them trucks
  • ****a, ****a, ****a what
  • I 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 feel
  • Always been a winner ever since beginner
  • All the way to the end and never ever been a *****
  • [Hook: Billy Blue] (x4)
  • ***** ****a, ***** ***** ****a, ***** ***** ****a get *****ed
  • Real ****a, Twitter, what?
  • [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
  • Lord, please keep these diablo ****as off a ****a mind
  • Lord, please keep these diablo ****as off a ****a spine
  • Lord, please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these ****a lie
  • These ****a lie, these ****a lie, these ****a lie, these ****a lie
  • Lord, please forgive me for the sinning
  • Sinning please forgive me for the snitching to the Lord
  • Hoping and forbidding to the ribbon ****as wanting to get in, open up the doors
  • Son wanna feel 'em, open up the ceiling
  • ****as 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 ****as 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
  • ****as wanna exercise, exercise I-X-I ain't no jumpin' my jack
  • If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, ****a, 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
  • ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a what
  • I just figure, figure, figure you gon' be a ****a, ****a, ****a, ****a what
  • And since ****as is faster than them white folks on the tracks
  • White folks tightrope, like both, I could be a sprintin' ****a
  • 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 dinner
  • Einstein mind, mind bender
  • Fine dine, nine, wine, find cocaine in my mind
  • Antenna *****!
  • [Hook]

  • Report error in lyric




    The Pu$$y lyrics by Lupe Fiasco is property of their respective authors, artists and labels and are strictly for non-commercial use only.
    Copyright © 2009-2017 Azlyricdb.com. All Rights Reserved | Privacy policy | Blog
    You are now viewing Lupe Fiasco Pu$$y Lyrics