SUSHI SAMBA ft. SK Dinero Lyrics

Heee, Heee

(JD Produced It, yeah, JD Produced It, Mm-hmm)

Really tryna get to the top

Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'

Lounge in my flip flops, tryna put all the plans in motion

All of the gang looks wavey, hope you're prepared, we're floatin'

She wants me to have her babies, pussy wet like an ocean

Really tryna get to the top

Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'

Lounge in my flip flops, tryna put all the plans in motion

All of the gang looks wavey, hope you're prepared, we're floatin'

She wants me to have her babies, pussy wet like an ocean

Yeah, yeah, I'm really standin' out

Puttin' in hours, I bang it out

I'm tired, I just about manage now

Jokers, I heard that they're cappin' now

She got a fat arse, I'll slap it now

Don't piss him off, he'll get it crackin' now

We got shanks and waps, we ain't lackin' now

Yeah, she got that brand new fit, it had me like "rahhh"

In the bedroom, play her pussy like a guitar

Don't believe in love at first sight, saw her from afar

I'm with SK, he pulled up early with his car

Really tryna get to the top

Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'

Lounge in my flip flops, tryna put all the plans in motion

All of the gang looks wavey, hope you're prepared, we're floatin'

She wants me to have her babies, pussy wet like an ocean

Really tryna get to the top

Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'

Lounge in my flip flops, tryna put all the plans in motion

All of the gang looks wavey, hope you're prepared, we're floatin'

She wants me to have her babies, pussy wet like an ocean

Came out the LV store, they offered me tea, I said "it's alright"

Imma go heal some more, go pay all the price, yeah, talk to me nice

Big rockstar, no xylophone

We trap hard, we tired of home

Big range rove, we skrrrtin deep (woo-wooh)

She say she need more songs, she weak

She clock the game, she play with me, eehh

Big bussdown in chains

You weren't here when it rained

Go protect yourself when it's safe

I'm a ghost, go call me Casper

Got the wap and the fur, no dapper

I don't take no word, no chatter

Got sushi on platters

They wouldn't care when it matters

Tire got flat, I'm flattened

I'm high up in space, no Saturn

All of the fiends, they're cattin'

Look at my teeth, that's Hatton

Double C's on my feet, that's patterned