Allday – Luv Pussy 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 (Fuck 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 pussy like a pelican
And when she go 'bam', that's when I'm in my element
Afternoon delight, singing everything (Everything)
Love the pussy and the kush and the bed I'm in (Bed I'm in)
Fuck 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 pussy 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 shit
Doing me some dumb art, drawing up a naked bitch


[Chorus]
Shit, I love pussy, I think you know
Yeah, I love pussy, can't even leave it alone
Talking 'bout
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that

[Verse 2]
I love some pussy 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
The world is just illusion, this is not for real
For each of your hot meals, I've 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 pussy's from Milan and I'm up inside it


[Chorus]
Shit, I love pussy, I think you know
Yeah, I love pussy, can't even leave it alone
Talking 'bout
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy this and pussy that

[Verse 3]
Sorry to the women I offend and shit
But good pussy, 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 shit, I'd rather become the man
You can suck rubber dicks, 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 pussy 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 bitches so effusive
Guess it's due to music, I do know one thing
I love pussy, I love pussy, it's lovely
Shit, I love pussy