2 Chainz - p**y Real Good lyrics

[Hook: Ali] Okay, I gotta conversate with her, make sure that her mind right First I get my dick s**ed, then hit it from the back right (First I get that sloppy talk) Turn her to her back side (Then I put that pimpin' in her) Making sure she act right That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good That p**y real good, I beat it real good [Verse 1: Ali] Me, I'm from the East side, said she from the South side I don't like drivin' much, told her to visit my side Have to switch off my location, my house is her destination Said she had no f**ing ride So I picked her up from the MARTA station Damn, she got that fiji p**y I'm a go fein', I need a p**y Every other day I feed the p**y Never ever will I eat the p**y (Your ho is my ho, you can't cuff her, we share her) Disrespect her, cross the line, n***a I dare her Light skinned, long hair or short hair, I don't care The grocery store, the studio, everywhere I go (it's hoes there) Chillin' in my ride, with my b**h on the side Stop talking, s** sumthin', you're f**ing up the vibe [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I've been f**ing all night, I got a hangover I am so fly, I need a layover I go in, take your b**h and I walk out Hit the door and then turn around like "What you lame n***as talking about?" You don't f** with me, I don't f** with you Ferrari Coupe, hot pursuit Popular and I am proper too As far as chains I'm rocking two Jewelry store, I'm coping two That's one for me, one for me Don't run from me, like a league No offense, but a bunch of D Bunch of weed and a bunch of lean True Religion, bunch of jeans Gucci store, bunch of Gs Turn her hair weave into a murder scene And I do what I gotta do when I gotta do When she's with me she won't answer phones I do make her cum too, make her come through With no bra and no panties on [Verse 3: Strap] That p**y good, that p**y moist, twenty-two, she from Detroit I beat it up, b-beat it up, in the mirror you can see yourself First I get that head game, then her girlfriend eat it up Got a white girl that snort c**aine, me I just stay weeded up Four girls at one time, I'm a P.I.M.P. boy She out of sight, she out of mind, R.I.P to Pimp C boy Face down, a** up, n***a gotta get his cash up Talk to finesse her, my diamonds come from Alaska All these hoes want to smash us We bossed up so we toss 'em up Heard you charge out about five hundred n***a, it ain't no cost to us [Hook] [Verse 4: Quez] I just got me a text message on my iPhone, said "I'm coming over" Yeah, girl, that's cool and all But you gotta bring me a box of rubbers "How many you need?" Like one or two Matter of fact, two is good I'm a use every last one, cause that p**y is too good Yeah, I ain't none of them other n***as Yeah, I'm way above them n***as She make them n***as drop a couple Gs Me and my n***as beat and skeet for free Two Jesus pieces and a Rolly, b**h I'm ballin' I try to leave that p**y but it keep on calling Halle Berry called, said stop making me feel good I said okay girl that p**y real good [Hook]