Nookie (Pu$$y)

Nookie (Pu$$y) - 21 Lil Harold/21 Savage/Sexyy Red

Lyrics by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston

Composed by：Harold Glenn/Janae Wherry/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston

You gotta ************* feel this **** boy

BanBwoi

Sexyy

Slob on my knob nine-to-five like a job

I like pullin' on her braids I hate when she get a bob

Damn

Make that shake everywhere Bubba Sparxxx

Her backseat of this car I'm the star when it dark

Dark

Don't go nowhere without my chopper

Uh

She gon' my partner when we done I can't stop her Nah

Your old tried to box me out Serge Ibaka

Thirty-six

I go Uncle Luke with these I just toss 'em

Toss 'em toss 'em

Shе get nasty look up and call me daddy

Uh-huh

Every timе I hit it like I never even had it

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Ten thousand ones 'bout to blow this in Magic

Phew phew

He lookin' way too hard I might just rob your baby daddy he a

Baow baow baow

When I get to the crib I'ma beat that

Uh uh beat it up beat it up

Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a

I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good

Woah ah ah ah

When I get to the crib I'ma beat that

Y-you a I can see it in your eyes

Ho

If you play I'm on your like on flies

Grrah baow

Heard you be tellin' we can't with none them kind

Rat

All my with the free the guys

Free my

The-these weak

Matter fact speakin' of your smell like feet

Ew

Yeah I look good but ho don't ever think sweet

Sexyy

N-Northside in my purse I keep that Glocky

It's in your blood you can't help it

Your mama lame as and your daddy known for tellin'

Snitch

You a ***** I can sense it and I smell it

Sh-shout out to the real in the feds jailin'

Free the guys free the guys

When I get to the crib I'ma beat that

Uh uh beat it up beat it up

Your baby daddy he a and I'm knowin' he a

I could tell by the way that shake shawty got some good

Woah grahh baow beat it up beat it up

When I get to the crib I'ma beat that

Woah woah

Yeah she married but she tryin' to give me

21

If I don't hit it I'ma feel like a

On God

It's borderline seven figures just to book me

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She sell and she scam and do hair

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She could be from Memphis I ain't goin' in there bare

Facts

When I see my opps all them do is stare

Said he put his hands on me where?

Drop my nuts like I'm King Kong

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My money need two accountants 'cause the long

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She suck me up and blow my phone up call her headphone

On God

Cross the street then you get hit 'cause your grown

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Uh uh beat it up beat it up