G-Unit - I Smell Pussy Lyrics

Writer(s) : HENDERSON, CHRISTOPHER M/WOODARD, CASE E/KELLY, ROBERT S
Artist: G-Unit Lyrics
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Album: Track 18 on Beg for Mercy
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Son you smell that? What's that?
I smell *****. Is that you Irv?
I smell *****. Is that you Ja?
I smell *****. Is that you Black?
I smell *****. Is that you Tah?
Y'all *****s is *****
I'm ballin' now ***** now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You *****s get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my *****.

It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
Violations just makin' it harder for me to except her
As my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)I'm not at home she thinkin' I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't trying to tie her up but see
It's hard to **** with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular ***** I know the game (I know the game)but I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I will never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's, you
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'ma pimp.

[Chorus: x2]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking ecstasy

When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'refrigerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
But couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this ***** was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Fidi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 *****s with no frills
Turnin' young *****s with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that ***** got the best sex
All across the globe and the ***** head game was out of control

[Chorus: x2]

I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)
Or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm ****in' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your *** and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin'
The Lords blessings makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we just kickin' it or we sexing
I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
So when *****s make mistakes I correct them and
When *****s get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah
Don't think I forgot about your fat *** though Irv
Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family ************

**** *****
Punk *** ************s
All you ************s get wrote on *****
Ain't no ************s leave her alone cause she a ***** **** that *****.

(kiss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
**** Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.


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