Lyrics:
Oh, it's not so scary down here
A little musty, not so scary
(Lions growling) oh, no! What am I gonna do?
It looks like I'm gonna end up as lion
Ladies (yeah), fellas (ayy, ayy)
Let me tell y'all musty crusties something (ayy, ayy, ayy, ho)
Like that, look
I'm not single no more (I ain't
The rooms were musty
And the pipes were old
All that winter we shared a cold
Drank all the orange juice
That we could hold
I do it for your love
Found
my cologne alone
It's a little to strong for you to be putting on
Trust me I say this justly
I went from musty to musky and y'all can't mush me
I
be in my blood
It must be in my soul
Im musty in the mud
Im dusty in my clothes
Dont trust me ima scrub
Dont fuck with me I'm cold
Im quick
fuck I look like giving out passes? (21)
Two hundred on all my dashes, all my opps be musty and ashy (21)
I don't wanna argue on the 'Gram, I'm tryna
rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a duffie, bought my son a fluffie
Plug trust me, weed musty
Streets love me,
It's funky out here - musty, keep your guns oiled up, not rusty
Not a starter pistol; pack something husky, bust the gusty
Sawed-off, something that'll
somethin' to say
And through the hard times we survive the game
Survive the game
If y'all smell onions, that's my arms potent
The reason I'm musty is
Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me
Bury the K and it still shoot rusty
Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty
All my exes still wanna
and bring
It back to the hood
Quarter pound a good got the tour bus musty
Polo Rugby, your hoe gon' hug me
If I was you man I wouldn’t trust me
All this blang
bad bitch, she Russian (Bad)
Smoking on gas and musty (Gas)
Got molly, got xans, got cookies (Xan)
Got coke, got dope and I get 'em out the boat
Kids
boy Rolls)
Lit four blunts of Cookie, musty, yeah, it's foggy (cookie, whoa)
I can park it, stick be sparkin', do no talkin' (brr)
Watch me hit
on a one way, flushin'
Loud pack smelling musty
These fuckin' police can't touch me
These police, police can't touch me
These fuckin' niggas can't touch
the fright
The jet junk jiver speeds past in his machine
Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream
A broken god from a musty world
Sweetly mouthed
it again)
(Yeah)
Crusty, musty, dusty
Don't you ever, ever
In your life
Come for me
you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty
the american dream like dusty rolls
Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes
Foes die slower than an aids patient
To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin
foldin' like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin' niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like fuck, wavin' they arms to Arabs
foldin' like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin' niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like fuck, wavin' they arms to Arabs
Open book
I am the realest when I’m lover
There is no one onto cover
I go hard when I love
They get musty need a shove
I never smoke, but still got
All these chains, I feel like I'm a slave
(Straight up, straight up)
You musty little niggas need to bathe
(Straight up, straight up)
AR with the scope
Musty pussy maggot bitches tryna lick
My sack for riches
Mhm, yeah yeah, bet I seen your plan, uh huh
Bet I smelled it out, uh huh
Now we met their
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