The pussy pit

That's how it goes down, in the pussy pit

The pussy pit

That's how it goes down, in the pussy pit

All these things up on the floor, we can't control them baby

All these things up in the room, we can't control them baby

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

Dropped up in the pit like this, walking around like a new fish dish

Palm in my hand, I like grip, if you get them hot they might snatch your wrist

Always moving that thang, knocking things over like they ain't got no shame

Leaving your prints on the floor, already fed but they want a little more

I'm cuffing my feelings, I think I'm caught up in your energy

It's going that deeper, now let me wipe out this humidity

I'm JF like Kennedy, love is the remedy, lost the serenity

Testing my diggy, I think that I need to reload

Man this pit got me feeling so cool, got me thinking I can turn down Mr. Goose

Something about that pit goes stick, I swear to God I ain't seen nothing like this