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musty - $horeline mafia lyrics

[hook: ohgeesy] x2
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, ugh my n-gg- who that musty
it must be ogs cause he stay serving custy

[verse: ohgeesy]
i’m bussin no tusslin
bad b-tch a eater that ain’t for discussion
she bussin 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 [?] 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 jug
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 fiends
n-gg- b-tches snitching like they serving subpoenas
and my n-gg-s all nuts you get served by your peanut
your b-tch she a sl-t she get curbed and deleted
f-ck while she pregnant got nut on your fetus
i’m going too crazy need to calm down jesus

{hook: ohgeesy] x2
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, ugh my n-gg- who that musty
it must be ogs cause he stay serving custy

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
i’m pouring juice by the deuce riding around in the coupe
i ain’t playing with a b-tch lil baby i thought you knew
bussin scripts with your b-tch for the lean
i’m off a bean i said nothing is 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 hoe then go ahead lil b-tch
what the f-ck a n-gg- mean he ain’t pull 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 faced 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 flipping off in the {?]
whole eighth, 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

- horeline mafia lyrics

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