Musty (Explicit)

Musty (Explicit) - Shoreline Mafia

Written by：Shoreline Mafia

They ask me how I'm feeling my n**ga I'm feeling lovely

It must be everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty uhh my n**ga who got that musty

It must be ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling my n**ga I'm feeling lovely

It must be everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty uhh my n**ga who got that musty

It must be ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

I'm busting no tussling

Bad b**ch a eater that ain't for discussion

She busting and gushing

She dripping and moaning when I get to f**king

Fufu n**ga 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 a** n**ga but I'm misunderstood

Got a ratchet lil b**ch and she from Inglewood

I'm moving around I do nothing but jugg

I'm f**king these hoes like a young n**ga should

And you'd do the same if you young n**gas could

Just bought the beamer 'cause that sh*t look cleaner

How I get this sh*t n**ga serving the fienders

N**ga b**ches snitching like they serving subpoenas

And my n**gas all nuts you get served by a peanut

Your b**ch she a slut she get curbed and deleted

F**ked 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**ga I'm feeling lovely

It must be everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty uhh my n**ga who got that musty

It must be ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling my n**ga I'm feeling lovely

It must be everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty uhh my n**ga 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**ch lil baby I thought you knew

Busting scripts with your b**ch 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 hoing or going lil b**ch

What the f**k a n**ga mean he ain't pour up like this

Trying to pull up on my n**gas like hold up they got sticks

This a hunned dollar cup you ain't po' up like this

I'm a real right n**ga need a real right b**ch

Need them blue face hundreds I'm fiending I gotta sip

If your b**ch 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**gas no new people

I'm kicking sh*t whole gang off prescriptions b**ch

Talk chips or my n**gas ain't listening