Discover the poetic beauty in ‘P***y Real Good’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
[Chorus]
Okay, I gotta conversate wit’ her
Make sure that her mind right
First I get my dick sucked, then hit it from the back right
(First I get that slap top) turn her to her backside
(Then I put that pimpin’ in her) makin’ sure she act right
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy real good, I beat it real good.
Me, I’m from the East side, say she from the South side
I don’t like to drive much, told her visit my side
Had to switch off my location, my house is her destination
Say she ain’t have no fuckin’ ride, so I picked her up from the mall station
Damn she got that Fiji pussy, I’m a dope fiend I need the pussy
Every other day I feed the pussy, never ever ever ever will I eat the pussy
Your hoe is my hoe,
You can’t go ?
Disrespect or cross the line, niggas I dull her
Light skinned, long hair or short hair, I don’t care
The grocery store, studio, everywhere I go, there’s hoes there
Chillin’ in my ride with my bitch on the side
Stop talking, suck somethin’, you’re fucking up the vibe
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I’ve been fucking all night, I got a hangover
I am so fly, I need a lay over
I dove in, take your bitch and I walk out
Hit the door and I turn around like
“What you lame niggas talking about?”
You f*ck with me, I don’t f*ck with you
Ferrari coupe, hot pursuit,
Pop and learn and I’m popping too
As far as chains I’m rocking two
Jewelery store I’m copping two
That’s one for me, one for me, don’t run for me
Luckily, no ?
Bunch of weed and a bunch of lean
True religion, bunch of jeans
Gucci store, bunch of G’s
Turn a hair weave into a murder scene
And I do what I gotta do when I gotta do
When she with me she won’t answer phones
I do make her cum too, make her some through, with no bra and no panties on
That pussy good, that pussy moist, twenty-two, she from Detroit
I beat it up, beat it up, in the mirror you can see yourself
First I get that head game, then her girlfriend eat it up.
Got a white girl that snort cocaine, me I just stay weeded up
Fo’ girls at one time, I’m a pimp boy
She out of sight, she out of mind, R-I-P to ?
Face down, ass up, a nigga gotta get his cash up
He talked to ?, my diamond come from Alaska
All these hoes wanna smash us, we bossed up so we tossed ’em up
Heard you chumps dropped five hundred, nigga it ain’t no cost for us
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I just got me a text message on my iPhone, said I’m coming over
Yeah girl, that’s cool ‘n all, but you gotta bring me a box of rubbers
How many you need? Like one or two, mother of fact, two are good
I’ma use any last one, ’cause that pussy is too good,
Yeah, I ain’t none of them other niggas,
Yeah, I’m way above them niggas
She make them niggas drop a cup of jizz
Me and my niggas been escape for free.
Halle Berry sequel made me feel good,
I said okay girl that pussy real good
OK, I gotta come and say what up?
Make sure they heard my own right
First I get my dick suck then heading for a back ride
Turn on to her back side, then I put that pimpin’ riddle
Making sure she act right.
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy, that pussy, that pussy good
That pussy real good, I’ve been real good.