I Smell Pussy Lyrics
The song I Smell Pussy is performed by 50 Cent .
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Son, you smell that? What's that?
I smell pus*y, is that you Irv?
I smell pus*y, is that you Ja?
I smell pus*y, is that you Black?
I smell pus*y, is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pus*y
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me
(Watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me
(Stop me)
You niggas get so emotional
(Emotional)
You remind me of my bitch
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
(Leave her)
Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her
As my own, she tries to tie up my phone and
(Phone and)
I'm not at home, she's thinkin' that I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anythin' in the street
I let her know she can leave, I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see
It's hard to f**k with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga, I know the game
(I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules
I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say, I confuse, you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you, mislead you or mess up your dreams
(Nah)
I can't say I love you, I don't know what that means, I'ma pimp
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
(What?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
But couldn't get off, 'cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Motor bike and grams of fish scale
It's a nine to five niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch had the best s*x all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me
(Miss me)
Or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm f**kin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape, I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your a*s and feelin' your thighs
(Come here, baby)
Sweet heart you're book smart and street smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
(Yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe s*x no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin'
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or s*xin', I'm a pro, baby girl
I spit game to perfection
(Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them
And when niggas get out of line I check them man
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy
Yeah, don't think I forgot about your fat a*s though Irv
Runnin' around, takin' pictures
Like you Puff Daddy and the family, mothaf**ka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore
Bitch look like she died last week pale as f**k
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records
Tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk a*s mothaf**kas
All you mothaf**kas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothaf**kas leave her alone
'Cause she a bitch f**k that nigga
f**k all of it but not you Ashanti, baby
You know how I feel about you, baby
(Kiss)
Come on, come here, girl
Come on, gimme some love, girl
f**k Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby
You know they say I'm s*xy now
Hey, Irv, your mama got a thing for me