beat dat pussy up Lyrics

The song beat dat pussy up is performed by Lil Boosie .



[Chorus:]
See I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up,I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we gon make thangs righ
t,no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night,and I'm gon beat da pus*y up,baet da pus*y,beat da pus*y up til you holla dats enough

I walked outside,[look]I'm tired of dis man ,my juvey in da yard wit my draws in her hand my girl looked at me said you dog as nigga,finna put dis knife in yo mutherf**kin liver I couldn't say shit had to leave da house she punched me in my shit
all I did was walk off,because I'm wrong ,but tonite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone til she let me lay dat bone [f**k dat shit]my other bitch don put me on child support ,my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to f**k somein ba
d I got some preasure built up so da next thing I f**k she gon get extra ripped I looked up to god told fix dis shit[you gota fix dis shit]I got JLO at home I need my bitch ,look three in da morning girl still hanging up da phone she ansewred bring yo na
sty a*s home[girl I'm on my home]

[chours:]
I kno lately dat we ain't did much but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors and lies but hoever gets da weather you gon always be mine and I'm gon stretch my time and I'm gon make it right no m
ore layin by yourself between yo sheets at nite and I'm gon beat da pus*y up,beat da pus*y,beat da pus*y up til you holla dats enough

Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my cherp line bossie out my mouth was I'm right on side my f**kin girl look oh you lettin hoes s*ck on my shit i told nall she s*ck bleef she thought it was me. she got quite fa a mintue i kisses her on da neck i played wit da pus*y and got my girl wet she said i love ya black a*s i said i love you. another hoe don hit me up boosie what it do. she grab my phone who is hoes up she broke my shit threw out all my dojo shit mad a nigga moe sick i'm like damn what i dont did she like boosie you aint go never see ya motherf**kin kids. i told her that i'm sorry {i'm sorry}. i tired of lien tried seein my girl cry i need second third chance plz dont get another man it been months since i took you out always in dat f**kin south i wanna beat that pus*y up plz dont put a nigga out

Chorus:]
See I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up,I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we gon make thangs righ
t,no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night,and I'm gon beat da pus*y up,baet da pus*y,beat da pus*y up til you holla dats enough

now latly everybodi been trippin me you and da children, everybody been slippin i'm keep real i lets get it right lets have diner candle light shit that will be nice but da ice ice aint u happy da price aint make u happy but it wasnt all that it was hoes who bought the madness we use to laught at each other now we mad at each other in da bed we use to culddle now i barley even f**k her and ever time u gone i be thinkin of u got my thang rock hard girl i'm fenin fa u and we frist met it was right on time u bonnie i was clyde girl u down to ride plz nigga i'm your rididi die that what i like to hear whisper softly in my ear lets take em to bank like zacar off of haly ker all these years down da drain im 75 percent wrong but i'll nver change but 'm workin to get better mane

(Chorus:]
See I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up,I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we gon make thangs right,no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night,and I'm gon beat da pus*y up,baet da pus*y,beat da pus*y up til you holla dats enough

boosie bad on da track nigga mouse on da beat it more than beauitful baby belive that but i goota holla at cha but i'm on my way home on my way home on my way home i'm on my way home on my way home





beat dat pussy up