| Ayy, they ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, it must be
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| All these bitches tryna fuck me
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| That nigga bitch, all these bitches
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| Ron Ron do that shit
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
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| I’m busting, no tussling
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| Bad bitch a eater that ain’t for discussion, she busting and gushing
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| She dripping and moaning when I get to fucking
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| Fufu nigga sip on nothing but 'Tussin
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| I’m pouring the Quali', I’m throwed with my youngins
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| I pour with my youngins, I go with my youngins
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| We blowing them hundreds and blowing them 'Woods
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| I’m a nice ass nigga but I’m misunderstood
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| Got a ratchet lil bitch and she from Inglewood
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| I’m moving around, I do nothing but jugg
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| I’m fucking these ho like a young nigga should
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| And you’d do the same if you young niggas could
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| Just bought the Bimmer 'cause that shit look cleaner
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| How I get this shit, nigga serving the fienders
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| Nigga bitches snitching like they serving subpoenas
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| And my niggas all nuts, you get served by a peanut
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| Your bitch she a slut she get curbed and deleted
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| Fucked while she pregnant, got nut on your fetus
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| I’m going too crazy, need to calm down, Jesus
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| Need to calm down, Jesus
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
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| I’m pouring juice by the deuce riding 'round in the coupe
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| I ain’t playing with a bitch, lil baby I thought you knew
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| Busting scripts with your bitch for the lean
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| I’m off a bean, I sip nothing that’s clean
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| I got a Sprite, I’ma turn this shit pink
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| I pop a percocet, pink like my drink
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| Hold up I’m tripping, you ho-ing or going lil bitch?
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| What the fuck a nigga mean, he ain’t pour up like this
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| Trying to pull up on my niggas like hold up they got sticks
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| This a hunned dollar cup, you ain’t po' up like this
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| I’m a real right nigga need a real right bitch
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| Need them blue face hundreds, I’m fiending, I gotta sip
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| If your bitch ain’t going, I’m tripping, she gotta dip
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| I just got the sixteen, no flippin', I’m finna sip
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| Whole eight, in a two liter
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| Sipping with my same niggas, no new people
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| I’m kicking shit, whole gang off prescriptions bitch
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| Talk chips or my niggas ain’t listening |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Musty, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song ShorelineDoThatShit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп