Mufasa Lyrics

(I need, I need, I need, I need)

This a test run son? I got food in my mouth son

I need, I need, (woah) I need, (woah)

I need, I need, (woah) I need, I need (woah)

I need, I need, (woah) I need, (woah) I need, I need,

I need, (woah) I need, I need, (woah) I need,

I need, I need, I need, I need

I need checks, i need sex, i aint stressed I eat

Make no mess, he get blessed

All these techs behind me(bah bah bah)

Gun aint mines they gone slide on the rest when i leave

I get high, text that bitch, and she got dressed to ride me

Had a baddie inside on the back seat (back seat)

She eatin a fat meat

Had her runnin like it was a track meet

Track me but they cannot catch me

Catch me im zoomin through back streets

I aint wit all that talkin get at me

Keep a cord if the plug wanna tax me

(Let me eat it, let me eat)

(Test me) this tool is my bestie, (uh huh)

She say she was bringin her friend and she bought a toy

I had to tell her she whilin my nigga

Like she put her hand on my zipper was goin crazy

Got the suckin and slobbin my nigga like

Big bag, big dreams, big king who u think u mufasa

Then she pulled it out of her mouth

And put her hakunas all up on my matatas(damn)

She keep on callin me daddy i had to test it might go fuck on her momma

He keep on flashin that bag like it wont get took

Lil bitch yo kno im a robber(blam)

Kick doors, tip toed. big poles

Run up on me i pop em

Clips long, dicks on, talk wrong

Better come at me proper bitch

I need checks, i need sex, i aint stressed I eat

Make no mess he get blessed wit all these techs behind me

Gun aint mines they gone slide on the rest when i leave

I get high, text that bitch, and she got dressed to ride me

(Uh huh) I cop me a smitthen

Then fuck on his mrs

You know that's the mission

She hit the maneuvers

We do comasutra

Assume the position

I shoot and I swish it

23 on my side

(Uh huh) I'm not Scottie pippen

I'm feelin like Dennis

Gotta keep me a rodman

You know I'm a menace

Pack strong, back on, gun sing, break glass no opera (bitch)

Yo hoe, dead wrong, bussing, in her guts no doctor (bitch)

Toppin me no stoppin bitch nope

Walk down might pop ya bitch choke

On gas im coughin bitch blow

Right by my opps and shit

Frienemies, enemies, all the same to me

They ain't endin me

Claim we family, he ain't kin to me

Peep the red dot, see him vividly

Need a headshot, can't get rid of me

She like how I handle her, I'm dribbling

I'm gone cross the line, they just scribbling

I know what I need I know what I need

I know wha-

I need checks, i need sex, i aint stressed I eat

Make no mess he get blessed

All these techs behind me(bah bah bah)

Gun aint mines they gone slide on the rest when i leave

I get high, text that bitch, and she got dressed to ride me