CUMMINGTOAFRICA ft. Sushi Kardashian, Ayojerry & Chxppa Lyrics

Somebody come and wash the royal penis, please

I'm on my Prince Akeem shit

I feel like a king in this bitch

I might cop the mac. with the beam on that bitch

I'm like Steve Jobs, Stephen King in this bitch

Make it look like Halloween in this bitch

Sushi moving like Zatanna, he do magic with the stick

Keep an AR just for all of my enemies

Nigga, this metal will make you a memory

I kill your friends and your bros who pretend to be

Shoot the shot right in your face like you court side

Shoot the shot right in your face like you Sara Jay

Sushi walk around with them dicks like he very gay

Kill off your relatives while off a sedative

No idea why you tried fucking with me

Y'all so irrelevant, move like a president

Know that I keep me some shooters with me

Your girl a jealous bitch, she built like gelatin

Cut straight to the neck like French guillotine

No you can't have relationship with me

All I can offer you is STD

Run up on me, and you know I'm go shoot

Body drop to the ground, last thing that I heard was "OOF!"

You niggas is rats, you always hang with goofs

Whatever you on, I'm on, so what you tryna do

Keep an FN incase you wanna feud

Bullets up in this tool big as Steve Harvey tooth

Big as Steve Harvey tooth

Intuned like I'm Harley Quinn

Shit getting active I had to pop out again

I'm from the future, share views with the Spider-Men

2099, please give me my bands in hand

Coming to Africa, I want to see two big booty bitches

Coming to Africa, I want to see two big booty bitches named Sam and Marie

I want to be fed some salmon and tea

Exchanging my currency, I'm pushing P

Niggas drop dead off top when I walk thru

Syndicate drones , drop bombs when I talk too

It's an operation, get clipped with a sawtooth

Dead on sight, shit hot look like some Fufu

Ugh

Aye, who the fuck is that up in the kitchen (WHO IS THAT?)

Mama ain't washing no dishes, this fat nigga dripping

If he come slide down my chimney, I swear this shit get wicked

It won't be no future for him, B, when I grab my blicky

That's gon' be like Ghostface

Smoking that Santa, that propane

These niggas talking, they so damn lame

I swear to god that they so lame

I sent her back to her hoe phase

I Don't know what I'm saying, but she slurp me up like some lo mein

Shout out Jerald, shout out Jahlere

You know that's my shooters

Fuck that nigga Santa