letra de musty - shoreline mafia
[intro: ohgeesy]
ayy, they ask me how i’m feeling, my n-gg- i’m feeling lovely
it must be, it must be
all these b-tches tryna f-ck me
that n-gg- b-tch, all these b-tches
ron ron do that sh-t
[chorus: ohgeesy]
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n-gg- i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go they wanna f-ck me
musty, uhh my n-gg- who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custy
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n-gg- i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go they wanna f-ck me
musty, uhh my n-gg- who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custy
[verse 1: ohgeesy]
i’m busting, no tussling
bad b-tch a eater that ain’t for discussion, she busting and gushing
she dripping and moaning when i get to f-cking
fufu n-gg- sip on nothing but ‘tussin
i’m pouring the quali’, i’m throwed with my youngins
i pour with my youngins, i go with my youngins
we blowing them hundreds and blowing them ‘woods
i’m a nice -ss n-gg- but i’m misunderstood
got a ratchet lil b-tch and she from inglewood
i’m moving around, i do nothing but jugg
i’m f-cking these ho like a young n-gg- should
and you’d do the same if you young n-gg-s could
just bought the bimmer ’cause that sh-t look cleaner
how i get this sh-t, n-gg- serving the fienders
n-gg- b-tches snitching like they serving subpoenas
and my n-gg-s all nuts, you get served by a peanut
your b-tch she a sl-t she get curbed and deleted
f-cked while she pregnant, got nut on your fetus
i’m going too crazy, need to calm down, jesus
need to calm down, jesus
[chorus: ohgeesy]
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n-gg- i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go they wanna f-ck me
musty, uhh my n-gg- who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custy
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n-gg- i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go they wanna f-ck me
musty, uhh my n-gg- who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custy
[verse 2: fenix flexin]
i’m pouring juice by the deuce riding ’round in the coupe
i ain’t playing with a b-tch, lil baby i thought you knew
busting scripts with your b-tch for the lean
i’m off a bean, i sip nothing that’s clean
i got a sprite, i’ma turn this sh-t pink
i pop a percocet, pink like my drink
hold up i’m tripping, you ho-ing or going lil b-tch?
what the f-ck a n-gg- mean, he ain’t pour up like this
trying to pull up on my n-gg-s like hold up they got sticks
this a hunned dollar cup, you ain’t po’ up like this
i’m a real right n-gg- need a real right b-tch
need them blue face hundreds, i’m fiending, i gotta sip
if your b-tch ain’t going, i’m tripping, she gotta dip
i just got the sixteen, no flippin’, i’m finna sip
whole eight, in a two liter
sipping with my same n-gg-s, no new people
i’m kicking sh-t, whole gang off prescriptions b-tch
talk chips or my n-gg-s ain’t listening
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