Mush
Mush,
Mush,
Mush
Bitch in my face I give her a mush
I'm in the studio smokin' on kush
They liking' my music I give it a push
Run to this money im up for a rush
Can't be your boyfriend big time rush
Can't love a bitch no I can't be on cuffs
Respect for my daughter, I don't let her cuss
You talkin' on Londyn im gon' get you punched
I'm sippin' on wockhardt all in my punch
I can't be her two cause she know I'm the one
I got the daughter she wanna have my son
She ride the dick she havin' fun
Get to the cash aint takin' no ones
Give the bitch boot she talkin' bout love
Seen the bitch outside ain't givin' no hug
Fuck the bitch thought this was
I just wanted to fuck
Bitch, I don't want your love
Left the bitch in the dust
Big bear you a cub
Roll a nigga in the rug
Run up on me ima blow
I just thought that you would know
Step on niggas like some toes
Trap jumpin' like some toads
Diamonds on me really froze
That's how you know that I'm cold
How you mad about my Weirdos
Lil' nigga, you is a weirdo
Diamonds shinin' on my earlobe
You can't put shit on your earlobes
How the fuck you and your mans broke?
Nigga, you broke with no damn pole
Talkin' bout you want some damn smoke
Glock 19, never jam no
Run up on me ima blamo
Gettin' money, yeah, that's mando
Gettin' money, yeah, that's mandatory
Feel like Sosa i'm in my glory
Run up on me turn em to a story
Lean lean yeah I love to pour it
Lean lean no you can't afford it
Get this money no I'm never snorin
Get this money cause it's more important
Kicked the bitch out cause the hoe is boring
I cannot wait till I ride in foreigns
I love my daughter her life important
Speak of my daughter, your life is going
I fuck your bitch through the night and morning
Put on my drip I'll be fly im soaring
Just like a been bullets flyin' on him
Bro feel like Rondo got nine on em
I have my lil' shooters spy on em
Shooters gon' pop out surprise on em
My niggas takin' supplies on em
Thinkin' i'm lackin but fye on me
And I got bro on my side homie
So he better not try to ride on me
Run up on me you gon' die homie
Shots gonna make that boy cry homie
Mush,
Mush
Bitch in my face I give her a mush
I'm in the studio smokin' on kush
They liking' my music I give it a push
Run to this money im up for a rush
Can't be your boyfriend big time rush
Can't love a bitch no I can't be on cuffs
Respect for my daughter, I don't let her cuss
You talkin' on Londyn im gon' get you punched
I'm sippin' on wockhardt all in my punch
I can't be her two cause she know I'm the one
I got the daughter she wanna have my son
She ride the dick she havin' fun
Get to the cash aint takin' no ones
Give the bitch boot she talkin' bout love
Seen the bitch outside ain't givin' no hug
Fuck the bitch thought this was
I just wanted to fuck
Bitch, I don't want your love
Left the bitch in the dust
Big bear you a cub
Roll a nigga in the rug
Run up on me ima blow
I just thought that you would know
Step on niggas like some toes
Trap jumpin' like some toads
Diamonds on me really froze
That's how you know that I'm cold
How you mad about my Weirdos
Lil' nigga, you is a weirdo
Diamonds shinin' on my earlobe
You can't put shit on your earlobes
How the fuck you and your mans broke?
Nigga, you broke with no damn pole
Talkin' bout you want some damn smoke
Glock 19, never jam no
Run up on me ima blamo
Gettin' money, yeah, that's mando
Gettin' money, yeah, that's mandatory
Feel like Sosa i'm in my glory
Run up on me turn em to a story
Lean lean yeah I love to pour it
Lean lean no you can't afford it
Get this money no I'm never snorin
Get this money cause it's more important
Kicked the bitch out cause the hoe is boring
I cannot wait till I ride in foreigns
I love my daughter her life important
Speak of my daughter, your life is going
I fuck your bitch through the night and morning
Put on my drip I'll be fly im soaring
Just like a been bullets flyin' on him
Bro feel like Rondo got nine on em
I have my lil' shooters spy on em
Shooters gon' pop out surprise on em
My niggas takin' supplies on em
Thinkin' i'm lackin but fye on me
And I got bro on my side homie
So he better not try to ride on me
Run up on me you gon' die homie
Shots gonna make that boy cry homie
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Writer(s): Zae Ebk
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