P-Pullz - Hey Baby lyrics

P-Pullz (ft. Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - “Hey Baby” [Produced by Stelf Index] [Hook: P-Pullz] (x4) Hey, baby (Give me p**y) Hey, p**y (Don't give me baby) [Verse 1: Jorrell Redsun] I got that good s**. That from-behind s** I wreck Just like T-Rex, train wrecks, or wrecks in effect Rack mount, I rack-a-lamb ‘em. Roll, bounce, rock, skate When I penetrate. Rhyme more bars than penitentiaries Pop more cherries than if George Washington had A BB gun instead of an axe. Relax No questions asked, simplistic, no commitment Wet ‘til we turn liquid. In my prime So long as you're legal age, you can get it Sick with lava lamps and leopard rugs in my residence Worldwide, I wound wombs, break walls like tombs Being investigated, stiff wood give me the goods [Hook: P-Pullz] (x4) Hey, baby (Give me p**y) Hey, p**y (Don't give me baby) [Verse 2: Q-Popi] You cannot be Withstanding when I'm commanding, handling things like shipping Send me three dollars and a chicken. We roll Like Cee-lo, keep bouncing to mi bicho, make money Like casino and lie like Pinocchio. But the nose don't grow The dick do. Talk to bird in dime's clothing Hold up (What?). She a nickel working her way up Stay up. I do this So f**ing confusing, I got Rubik's Cube pubic [Verse 3: Stelf Index] In public, I get on to make you get up When I get up in wild positions, my mind spit up Potential Kap-ers, Keishas, verbal creatures Born with strong frames, dominating features But lately, they getnblocked by latex fence Power verse, I yell, “f** the world.” In nine moths, raise a universe Let's converse. This ain't a con reversed. You can't knock The super love like funk, thought. Index on G-spot Do I got what Trump got? Well, do you got What Nia Long trunk got? Haha Title bout. I'm your sparring partner. Let's start to act it out If you get slick, I'ma back it out, then shot out [Hook: P-Pullz] (x4) Hey, baby (Give me p**y) Hey, p**y (Don't give me baby) [Verse 4: Jorrell Redsun] Jorrell got you tearing like hot pepper Slow jam shake like jelly. You love me like you love R. Kelly. Tongue ‘round the ring in your belly Sing, “No,” if you're smelly. Sing along if you're ready Pedigree with ‘nough children—don't want more Enough ends to support more but don't want more Plus, I want buns with flab appeal that Weave, bounce, and flutter. My mind's in the gutter [Hook: P-Pullz] (x4) Hey, baby (Give me p**y) Hey, p**y (Don't give me baby)