Pussy On My Mind (Remix) Bow Wow (Ft. Kid Ink)
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[Bow Wow:]
Girl I can’t lie, it’s bomb as fuck
And like a U-Haul truck I watch her back it up
She do that thing with her tongue, that’s what’s up
Then roll a blunt right after we fuck
Pop a molly, It’s ’bout to get crazy
Girl stand back and catch these babies
I’m gettin’ impatient, girl I’m feelin’ anxious
She said she don’t fuck on a first night basis
[Hook:]
I got pussy on my mind (That’s all I do)
I think about your pussy all the time (That’s e’ryday)
I thought I saw a puddy cat, pussy on my mind
I did, I did, I did swear I got that pussy on my mind
And I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it you know I got that pussy on my mind
[Kid Ink:]
Yeah, that’s all I think about
You ain’t even gotta ask, girl I’ll eat you out
Like I ain’t had a meal, you know I’m fiending for it
Talking freaky like you grew up in a circus girl
You must be on a pill, or too much of Patron
Mixed with that mo’ wet, tugging on my Fendi belt
Let’s hit the tel, just promise you won’t tell
It don’t stop running through my head I work it out
You know that
Girl I can’t lie, it’s bomb as fuck
And like a U-Haul truck I watch her back it up
She do that thing with her tongue, that’s what’s up
Then roll a blunt right after we fuck
Pop a molly, It’s ’bout to get crazy
Girl stand back and catch these babies
I’m gettin’ impatient, girl I’m feelin’ anxious
She said she don’t fuck on a first night basis
[Hook:]
I got pussy on my mind (That’s all I do)
I think about your pussy all the time (That’s e’ryday)
I thought I saw a puddy cat, pussy on my mind
I did, I did, I did swear I got that pussy on my mind
And I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it you know I got that pussy on my mind
[Kid Ink:]
Yeah, that’s all I think about
You ain’t even gotta ask, girl I’ll eat you out
Like I ain’t had a meal, you know I’m fiending for it
Talking freaky like you grew up in a circus girl
You must be on a pill, or too much of Patron
Mixed with that mo’ wet, tugging on my Fendi belt
Let’s hit the tel, just promise you won’t tell
It don’t stop running through my head I work it out
You know that
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