Bangladesh - My Girl Pu$$y lyrics

This is called s** education ghetto style I was doing it when I was a colored boy of 8 or 9 or 10 I have never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell, I was doing it then I was doing it in my teenage years when I was running the ghetto street Now, I had never seen me no ig flight test, but it still felt good to me I was doing it when I arrived in college, searching for my degree But Lord knows a degree wasn’t all I got And that’s the way it supposed to be Tryna get hoes like my n***a Bangladesh Real sh**, I’m grindin though I got a few hoes, you know Like my sosa n***as sure you know, something like My girl p**y get get juiced Get wet, f** a n***a, she bad like Boosy Swag like Boosy college sponsored links Watch her in the day but at night she a p**y poppin Clap clap, watch her drop it, drop it s** is all good, you had to tell er stop it She a say no n***a, I’m not stopping And back to slobbin, slobbin, hold up Hold up It’s pretty good man When I’m in the store man I got another ho who go yam She f** all day if you let er I went over to the house the other day and she hit me with the come in, it’s open So like I said, err okay Came in the house, that b**h was naked Lord, Jesus, come save me p**y fat wow baby Whippin that a** I’m in there slavery She know how I like it tight Keep that p**y well shaved and nice f** at me, it feels so wrong But I do it just so right I’m gonna do it man, I’m gonna do But last but not least, it’s the groupie ho Who I hit one time Like come on, I tell you from the get go What the deal was and she messed her number She was like I wanna hit, she want me to hit er No shirt, no draws, just gold teeth Quick a mouth shorty with the hoes G f**in me like they owe me I don’t want yo ho, just a oh freeze That p**y so good, n***a oh Way she do it Things that she don’t do for you f** n***a yea, she told me Don’t be mad at me, I’m just being me Good p**y is always a woman Your girl - good p**y, you should be proud Trinidad, bad b**h, hah yea My turn n***a, pa** that sh** mane Bang My girl p**y, my girl p**y Like the f** on a plane, that’s a fly a** p**y I never f** a b**h with some dry a** p**y I turn into a muscle when she pop that p**y Cat, dog, barking up the wrong tree Told her go long then I hit her with the long D Dinner in Atlanta, breakfast on Palm Beach p**y so good, had to put her in the song, see? Yea man, I’m tryna get some gold like my n***a Trinidad It’s like a conversation piece for them hoes It make everything else easy As if I really need it easy Knock out the p**y, knock out the p**y I don’t hop sh** a n***a, hopscotch on a p**y Pistol packin n***a, poppin shots on a p**y She a gold digger, knock the Fort Knox off the p**y b**hes going dumb, p**y going numb You know I wore ham like I’m Miss Piggy’s son Daughters, run, bang on the loose Right track, wrong train, I’mma bang your caboose, b**h I had this one girl man I thought she was asleep But she had one eye open When I was moving I was finna go She said where you goin? You better bring that dick back I said it’s mine Put your p**y on a pedestal You does it like a vegetable Your p**y lookin edible but I don’t wanna eat it I want her to eat it When I beat it I repeat it I want her to eat it til she paraplegic They salute dick like pledge of allegiance Got a different b**h for every season Like my p**y well done, barely seasoned