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buscemi jay - mulsanne lyrics

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hook: x2
i could neva discuss on the internet
leave a n#gga behind know he been a rat
i got b#tches who wit it we get em wacked
we dont leave it behind put em on the map

blow that sh#t at ya head make u sneeze
put my foot to ya head if u need
i got foreigns lil n#gga my b#tch j#penese
she ah grip on my d#ck she gon squeeze

verse 1:
(yeaa)
im in a mulsanne yea
and im having mood swings
nut on her shirt thats a new stain
my wrist leakin out gotta new sink

can’t play no games
lil n#gga try to rob my chain
hop ina coupe swervin lanes
can’t f#ck wit these n#ggas they lames
im runnin da game
gotta new b#tch she screamin my name

and i gotta new chain (yea)
ima hop ina mulsanne yea
run da track like im usain
runnin for pres like im husain (yea)

and i gotta new chain sw#ngin
im just tying the noose they hanging
im on the news move famous
bust it down on my wrist blue facing

i gotta new b#tch, im on
swervin da new aventador
1#800 rent a wh0re
louboutin christian dior
all of my n#ggas need more

shooting my shot like a rocket
know that you n#ggas can’t stop it
be w/ the plugs like a socket
hop ona stage ima rock it
paparazzi kno they flockin
lets get it on get it poppin (scemi!, yea)

hook: x2
i could neva discuss on the internet
leave a n#gga behind know he been a rat
i got b#tches who wit it we get em wacked
we dont leave it behind put em on the map

blow that sh#t at ya head make u sneeze
put my foot to ya head if u need
i got foreigns lil n#gga my b#tch j#penese
she ah grip on my d#ck she gon squeeze

(what happened?, f#ck it,)

verse 2:
i keep a stick in my jeans
aim at ya brain finna eat
leavin a hole in his knee
stretchin his b#tch in between
make sure my bruddas could eat

leave a b#tch feelin broken
kick the door i ain’t leavin a notice
man you n#ggas is bogus
keep a stretcher we fixing his motive

i was never the type to negotiate
leave a n#gga real lazy he need a name
pop his ass like a perk he gon float away
put a cast on my wrist its gon freeze away

say we gon meet at the top
we gon press on his chest he gon flock
i’m the goat but my game got no flop
wet they ass when it rain bodies drop

bodies gon drop dont asphyxiate
leave a stain on shirt he gon wash away
really been that lil n#gga they kno da name
scemi shoes, berry shirt for another day (uh uh)

come and eat
grab a plate put the fork in the beef (yea, yea, yea)

hook: x2
i could neva discuss on the internet
leave a n#gga behind know he been a rat
i got b#tches who wit it we get em wacked
we dont leave it behind put em on the map

blow that sh#t at ya head make u sneeze
put my foot to ya head if u need
i got foreigns lil n#gga my b#tch j#penese
she ah grip on my d#ck she gon squeeze

- buscemi jay lyrics

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