Shoreline – Mafia Musty Lyrics
Artist: Shoreline
Song: Mafia Musty
(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 shit)
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
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 hoes like a young n#gg# should
And you’d do the same if you young n#gg#s could
Just bought the Beamer ’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
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
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 hundred dollar cup game, pour 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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ShorelineDoThatShit [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018