Shoreline Mafia - Musty Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Ayy, they ask me how I`m feeling, my nigga I`m feeling lovely
It must be, it must be
All these bitches tryna fuck meThat nigga bitch, all these bitches
Ron Ron do that shit)

They ask me how I`m feeling, my nigga I`m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees `cause he stay serving custy
They ask me how I`m feeling, my nigga I`m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees `cause he stay serving custy

I`m busting, no tussling
Bad bitch a eater that ain`t for discussion, she busting and gushing
She dripping and moaning when I get to fucking
Fufu nigga 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 ass nigga but I`m misunderstood
Got a ratchet lil bitch and she from Inglewood
I`m moving around, I do nothing but jugg
I`m fucking these hoes like a young nigga should
And you`d do the same if you young niggas could
Just bought the Beamer `cause that shit look cleaner
How I get this shit, nigga serving the fienders
Nigga bitches snitching like they serving subpoenas
And my niggas all nuts, you get served by a peanut
Your bitch she a slut she get curbed and deleted
Fucked 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 nigga I`m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees `cause he stay serving custy
They ask me how I`m feeling, my nigga I`m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uhh my nigga 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 bitch, lil baby I thought you knew
Busting scripts with your bitch for the lean
I`m off a bean, I sip nothing that`s clean
I got a Sprite, I`ma turn this shit pink
I pop a percocet, pink like my drink
Hold up I`m tripping, you ho-ing or going lil bitch?
What the fuck a nigga mean, he ain`t pour up like this
Trying to pull up on my niggas like hold up they got sticks
This a hundred dollar cup game, pour up like this
I`m a real right nigga need a real right bitch
Need them blue face hundreds, I`m fiending, I gotta sip
If your bitch 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 niggas, no new people
I`m kicking shit, whole gang off prescriptions bitch
Talk chips or my niggas ain`t listening