Pussy Lyrics - Clipse

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin' 

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin' 

Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin' 

The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy 

All I wanted growing up was remote controls 

Now my whole life remote control, hit the block 

Dope control, got ghetto corners choking slow 

Grand mama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh 

This one's for my foes, find yourself, in a hopeless hole 

Ttrying to go against him, I puppet you Pinocchio 

Flows on strings, it is what it seems, just call me Jepeto 

A young stock market, put money in your pocket 

'Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it 

I rose gold ya, pink diamond ya, hah? Set it in a rhyme now 

The industry got pink eye, contagious, flows high demand 

Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram, pastels is cute 

How you niggaz follow suits so well? 

These barrels encompass the heat from hell 

Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh 

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin' 

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin' 

Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin' 

The cat drippin', look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy 

They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve 

Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees jealous hearted niggaz 

Y'all wear it on ya sleeve like a scarlet letter for the world to see 

Can't hide the truth, decedents of pain, so y'all get exposed 

Like the sons of Hussein, my game weight grown, this is no fact 

When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome, I'm not these rap kids 

Wit childish antics, who make diss records, who rock hat backwards 

These are higher stakes, this is not average weight, this is not pinching 

Penny's, bitch, this is carrot cake, this is the difference 'tween rookies 

And the pros, they pattern after me, they cookie cut my flow 

But so, I'm never one that be jeal', do as I do so I can say 

"Papa raised you well" 

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin' 

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin' 

Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin' 

The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy 

They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors 

Nigga don't make me open yours 

Seen hearts beat through, open sores 

Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore 

Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit 

He who questions I, is unfocused 

Copperfield flow yes, I'll make careers disappear 

Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push' 

Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me? 

But doing me, it hurts me so, puts me through changes 

So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh 

Acts live but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view 

Star Trak, the movement, who you pay homage to? 

You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy 

Through changes 

So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh 

Acts live, but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view 

Star trak the movement, who you pay homage to? 

You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy