Pussio
O na na
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
Caramel or latte
Sugar or cafe
Chicks straight outta my place is my forte
You know what I do: it's grande
Can't a afford a Ferrari
Yet
Come let's roll in my mama's car
We'll get drunk and fuck some more
'Till we high and stare at the stars
Purple lips and vanilla cigar
Pull up in jumpers
Suits on like gangsters
Shoot off dem bastards
Where are your manners man?
Is something missing down there man?
You sniff and selling your own grams?
It's like you high on your own bullshit fam
You know no business
So don't come acting like narcos fam
O na na
O na na
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
Man pull on the opp block
Hear the ting go pop
Pop
Pop
Pop
I grew up with no pops
So I was a man way before you were son
What do you know?
I may be your pop pop
Drop top
Watching the bra fall down drop
No no slop top
Fall like rain drops
Growing like weed crops
Just show me some love
Bitches' brain dead
Acting stupid for some dumb men
You know your domain
Respect yourself and don't complain
Shit's superficial
You know nothing you do is true
Wake up to lies in bedrooms
Back and the club and same loop
But her perfume got me fazing
That shit got me high
But don't get close to my belt
I'm still hanging my nine
But her perfume got me fazing
That shit got me high
But don't get close to my belt
I'm still hanging my nine
Fam are you dumb?
Up at my face are you mad?
I can squash you down with my thumb
But I wouldn't want your bitch to be sad
She comes crying to me
So I send her back
Her mouth might be full
Don't ask her to explain all that
I'm an angel alive
But I can put you through hell
Bitch get a noble price
But never brought peace that well
(Rohingyas)
O na na
O na na
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
Caramel or latte
Sugar or cafe
Chicks straight outta my place is my forte
You know what I do: it's grande
Can't a afford a Ferrari
Yet
Come let's roll in my mama's car
We'll get drunk and fuck some more
'Till we high and stare at the stars
Purple lips and vanilla cigar
Pull up in jumpers
Suits on like gangsters
Shoot off dem bastards
Where are your manners man?
Is something missing down there man?
You sniff and selling your own grams?
It's like you high on your own bullshit fam
You know no business
So don't come acting like narcos fam
O na na
O na na
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
Man pull on the opp block
Hear the ting go pop
Pop
Pop
Pop
I grew up with no pops
So I was a man way before you were son
What do you know?
I may be your pop pop
Drop top
Watching the bra fall down drop
No no slop top
Fall like rain drops
Growing like weed crops
Just show me some love
Bitches' brain dead
Acting stupid for some dumb men
You know your domain
Respect yourself and don't complain
Shit's superficial
You know nothing you do is true
Wake up to lies in bedrooms
Back and the club and same loop
But her perfume got me fazing
That shit got me high
But don't get close to my belt
I'm still hanging my nine
But her perfume got me fazing
That shit got me high
But don't get close to my belt
I'm still hanging my nine
Fam are you dumb?
Up at my face are you mad?
I can squash you down with my thumb
But I wouldn't want your bitch to be sad
She comes crying to me
So I send her back
Her mouth might be full
Don't ask her to explain all that
I'm an angel alive
But I can put you through hell
Bitch get a noble price
But never brought peace that well
(Rohingyas)
O na na
O na na
O na na
O na na
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
On the opp block
We be smoking that shit
No man don't know
What I put in my spliff
Pussio
Pussio
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Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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