Problem - Good p**y lyrics

You know this is about you, girl. You know who I'm talkin to. DJ Hit Good p**y, good good p**y. Good p**y, real good p**y. So good I am all up in that p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. Good p**y, good good p**y (she got that). Good p**y, real good p**y (sure). So good I through the hood up in that p**y. DJ Hit I'm notorious for doin it big in that p**y. It get any wetter I'ma swim in that p**y. Triple X momma, we gonna fill in that p**y. I'ma pack my sh** and come live in that p**y. Deep all in ya, feel it in your stomach, cause every other pump is feelin like I'm comin. I'm throwin up the hood, yeah, got a n***a thuggin. Yeah I got one on but it ain't feelin like nothin. Damn, little momma got that wet wet. And other n***as b**hes is always the best s**. Yeah, yes she move it all around. Then she speed it, speed it up. Then she slow it, slow it down. See, there you go, playin, little momma need to stop. I live to give this hoe every dollar that I got. Hell no, she ain't a model, she likes em off the block, block. Swear to god I'm gonna get your a** pregnant, finished Good p**y, good good p**y. Good p**y, real good p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. (x2) If I knew I would just buy my would been round my throne. Three other ex's got her name tatted on em. She take it, and she give it back like a loaner. Usually, when I play the D, I control em. But, this sh**'s kind of different. Got me all in club like tongue kissin-ing. So every shot I get to shoot, I'm switchin it. Deep down and up close I'm hittin it. With a hammer or a baseball bat, three four five six seven eight, all that. My last b**h's p**y fine but ain't all that. Leave texts on my phone like we can't call back. Hell naw, I'm with my new b**h. The crew too alive on some new sh**. Yeah they all blue devils on some new sh**. I got the whole spot covered on some real sh** Good p**y, good good p**y. Good p**y, real good p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. (x2) Good p**y, real good p**y. She grew up on sixth street, she got that hood p**y. Young n***a got pipe, no plumbing. And Michael Jackson, beat it, like she stole something. So good, I throw my hood up. Monkey ball p**y, got me doin pull ups. Car street p**y, I beat it up in the back seat. Garbage minded, all my thoughts is nasty. Met her in the club, man though, I had to f**. Bakin like an ayer p**y, wetter than a tub. We could take some pictures, baby, we could make a movie. It was like a christmas gift how she gave it to me. I popped a pill and f**ed all night. She catch balls, but not the Randy Moss type. Like a replay, I make her bring it back. She go for the sack like Warren Sapp Good p**y, good good p**y. Good p**y, real good p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. So good I through the hood up in that p**y. (x2)