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tusi - shoreline mafia lyrics

[intro: fenix flexin]
ayy, ayy
stayin’ off the phone while she out of pocket
she was choosin’ from the jump, i ain’t have to knock it

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
foreign b*tch with h*lla booty, she wanna do some 2c
i flew her in, we made a movie, i was goin’ stupid
yeah, i like the way she movin’, like the way she movin’
say you could do it on the d*ck’,’ i told, lil’ baby, “prove it”
she said she cheatin’ on her man, i said, ”we only human”
you know i’ma break her back, i ain’t with the spooning
seen her in the crowd, got her number, sent her what the room is
if she goin’ lеt me on, f*ck a ride, i had to swoop in
i’m on a thirty*somethin’ flow, this onе to me, i got two tens
spotted ’em, we ain’t trippin’, air it out in a new benz
she got her family at the crib, yeah, she out of pocket
she was choosin’ ‘fore we met, i ain’t have to knock it

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
in the club, rocket launchers and some pocket rockets
you know i got some money, don’t be pocket watchin’
leavin’ out the back, it’s paparazzi watchin’
she don’t do it on the d*ck, she pop lock and drop it
so many hoes in the crib
this a safe house ’cause i don’t be postin’ where i live
do what i does and i did what i did
drop a pill in my drank just to watch the b*tch fizz
only got one son, but these n*ggas is my kids
that’s a bnb, that is not where you n*ggas live, b*tch, don’t do it with me
that is not where you n*ggas live
b*tch, i’m doing me and i do this sh*t really big
godd*mn geezy how many hoes you gon’ hit?
it depend on how many bad lil’ b*tch that exist
court side by lil wayne, like a n*gga lil twist
and i married to the gang, i’m so in love with this b*tch
we’ll pop a n*gga tart with this stick
b*tch, i said, “it’s wockhardt over tris”
b*tch, you got me rockin’ hard, set the deck
we can hit the hard rock or we can hit the ritz
strapped up, rbgs in the whip
i blow up this b*tch, just let a n*gga trip
if i let this b*tch rip, then he ain’t gon’ exist
if we catch him with his hoe, shoot the n*gga and in his b*tch
[verse 3: fenix flexin]
if we catch him with his wifey, we gon’ turn into her widow
and no monkeys in the middle, pick a side or we gon’ dribble
n*gga play, i bet we lay his ass right up in the ‘spital
she toot it up and make it wiggle, while i’m all in her denim
we push a left behind that paper, like we using a pencil
you hear that, ”fah*fah*fah”, n*gga, come get your issue
get up with you, ain’t dissin’ on the ‘gram, we bump pistols
we got a pocket rocket, baby, come ride this missile
i’m tryna blam somethin’
caught him lackin’ with his homies, that’s an and*one
baby drakey on a n*gga lap, not no handgun
from the streets, baby poppin’ mollys, gettin’ geeked
he thirsty, keep blowin’ up her phone while she sleep
it’s a wrap, she a goner, n*gga, suck it up
’cause if you see her f*ckin’ with us, you know she swallow nuts
n*gga say he finna blow it, i’ma call his bluff
if it’s beef, you know it’s crackin’, we gon’ follow up

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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