Luv pus*y lyrics

[Intro]
Can we get the beat up a little bit?
Oh, yeah
Sick, that's cool
I don't even know what to say, but, duh-duh-duh-day
Nah, I'm good (f*ck everybody)
I don't even know what to do, but (Must be love)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Steezy gentleman, blood full of medicine
Pseudoephedrine in my head again
Whatever, but I'm eating out this pus*y like a pelican
And when she go 'bam', that's when I'm in my element
Afternoon delight, singing everything (Everything)
Love the pus*y and the kush and the bed I'm in (Bed I'm in)
f*ck staring in her eyes, need some chilli chips to set upon
She get hysterical like Americans when Ellen's on
You're elegant, but this is only therapy, don't get it wrong
Drive the continent along, still no one compare to Tom
Looking serious like I'm tryna prevent a bomb
Good pus*y feeling like Lebanon
Listening to '80s hits, stuff to make a baby with
Picturing Madonna in her prime, I'm an atheist
Feeling like Basquiat, but I can't say that sh*t
Doing me some dumb art, drawing up a naked b*tch
[Chorus]
sh*t, I love pus*y, I think you know
Yeah, I love pus*y, can't even leave it alone
Talking 'bout
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that

[Verse 2]
I love some pus*y like a second home
And I don't even have a house, my other place is getting dome
Visit your special zone, watch a movie, share a cone of vanilla
'Fore we start to bicker, yes, I'm error prone
I know I went way over the quota
Let Free Willy do the dictation just like Jonah and the whale
I guess she's eating blubber 'til it choke her
And my head's feeling light for a stoner
If it's broken then fix it, if it's not, then chill
This world is just illusion, this is not for real
For each of my hot meals, had a hottie squeal
I've picked the pretty flowers and left a lot to wilt
And I'm not proud but still, I'm not ashamed of it either
Had nuggets to fire up, clocking the miles up
High on this homegrown, it's nothing designer
But this pus*y's from Milan and I'm up inside it
[Chorus]
sh*t, I love pus*y, I think you know
Yeah, I love pus*y, can't even leave it alone
Talking 'bout
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y this and pus*y that

[Verse 3]
Sorry to the women I offend and sh*t
But good pus*y, well, that's an imperative
And I like intelligence and I like a feminist
But I don't need arguments to fight like my parents did
I'd rather get high as sh*t, I'd rather become the man
You can suck rubber di*ks, my hair's in a rubber band
That's just my master plan, I hope you can understand
I was ripping off underpants, back seat of my mother's van
Tank full of pus*y fumes, leading on numeral
Think numero uno, man, the ego is chewing fuel
Bag full of stolen goods, sweating it through the mall
Cops chasing us down, we're just chasing what's beautiful
To nail it like cuticles, call it home improvement
Call me Tom the Toolman, the b*tches so effusive
Guess it's due to music, I do know one thing
I love pus*y, I love pus*y, it's lovely
sh*t, I love pus*y