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Shoreline Mafia - Tusi Lyrics

Tusi 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 bitch with hella 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 dick',' 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, fuck 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 dick, 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 bitch fizz
Only got one son, but these niggas is my kids
That's a BNB, that is not where you niggas live, bitch, don't do it with me
That is not where you niggas live
Bitch, I'm doing me and I do this shit really big
Goddamn Geezy how many hoes you gon' hit?
It depend on how many bad lil' bitch that exist
Court side by Lil Wayne, like a nigga Lil Twist
And I married to the gang, I'm so in love with this bitch
We'll pop a nigga tart with this stick
Bitch, I said, "It's Wockhardt over Tris"
Bitch, 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 bitch, just let a nigga trip
If I let this bitch rip, then he ain't gon' exist
If we catch him with his hoe, shoot the nigga and in his bitch

[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
Nigga 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'', nigga, 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 nigga 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, nigga, suck it up
'Cause if you see her fuckin' with us, you know she swallow nuts
Nigga say he finna blow it, I'ma call his bluff
If it's beef, you know it's crackin', we gon' follow up