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Grand Puba - What U Want lyrics
f/ Tiffany Johnson Uh...yeah, yeah Grand Puba, uh...yeah Grand Puba yeah [Hook: Grand Puba] Just feel me now, it's time to do this here Pull the clutch and pop that ass in gear 2-K-2, well baby it's our year No need to fear because Puba's here So ain't no need to be curious Listen, love this is something serious Don't stop girl just hurt shit Work it, work it, work it [Grand Puba] Me and you, one on one Baby don't stop now, cause here I come It's the Grand Puba baby and I think you aught to know that Don't forget mommie, write it down, take a Kodak Shorties feel my flow, always wanna know my Zodac Pisces at one time but it changed into dollar sign It only takes one line for me to make love to ya mind Dose of it and get a feel free to press rewind Know for spittin' flames, watch me drop it like some rain Lop side em' in this game, so you tell me who is sane Styles so sick my engineer's a paramedic Shorty could I what, no sugar I'm diabetic Grand Puba garbage, not in ya wildest wishes Decide to crack it on the corner seein' the full click [Hook] [Tiffany Johnson] Miss Prissy, straight from the big titty committee Low down and gritty, hickey'd up plus strictly dick me Nervous, best believe that shorty work this Pop lip service, tip of the tongue tap cervix Cry baby, dangerous my curves get Never fuckin' with Johnny 5 niggas with short circuits R rated and stay heavily sedated Half black and half native get pages from plays, uh The pussy smile when you lick shots like fo' pounds Got me wetter than the ocean, don't drown Sex me on the average, call me mamacita Puff reefer up in killer Cam, horse and carriage Bastards, yell 96 backwards, shakin' our asses And easy is not the access Niggas ask for sex, I'm actin' deaf Leave em' cashless, money magnet Practice my bad habits [Hook] [Tiffany Johnson] Listen, you must be gettin' me confused with chicken Holdin' ya jewels politickin'' pissin' in mouths The obstetricians that use two fingers like Richard Nixon Rodeo addiction, more than one position Longer than the eye but really Raised higher than the papa willy Twist my nipples better than Phillies Cop a tone, give it three rings, pick up the phone Niggas fiend to get in my jeans like the chromosome Check the sex, the voice ain't baritone Shit ain't fully grown, drop me off at home Better yet let cha' tongue roam Ya options blown so baby stop and where we hop in the zone Turn hard niggas, even looks can be deceivin' Divine speakin' unleashin' vaginal secretions The nigga hungry this evening, I'm gonna feed him While bitches givin' and fuckin' for things ya put cha' feet in [Hook] |
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