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Mufasa
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Mufasa was released on August 31, 2017 by SOB X RBE as a part of the album Young Wild N***a
August 31, 2017
LabelSOB X RBE
LanguageEnglish
BPM109
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
DaBoii's back, I don't fuck with strangers
Talkin' 'bout love, I'm a subject changer
Broad day sparkers they done public sprayers
Old, joke-ass bitch, I don't fuck with prankers
Tryna stay safe, but I fuck with danger
Every beat that I touch is a fuckin' banger
Attached to the paper, I'm a fuckin' stapler
When I spit as though my neck was a fuckin' anchor
Heard **** won't beef till we bon appetit
Shell so big, knock the bone out ya knee
Not a tongue holder, **** know I'ma speak
TLC with this chop, **** know I'm a creep
[Verse 2]
Thinkin' I'm a cuffed up, bitch, you pathetic
Give her two strokes, got her sweatin' out her edges
Tryna get thick to bend over, let me bless it
I'm a boss and I'll never stoop down to a peasant
Gold diggin'-ass ho, I ain't pay you no mind
When I lay pipe, bitch, I lay it from behind
I don't give baby, I put it in yo' spine
Before I go broke, I'll put in overtime
Run into the back, spent all day runnin'
Goin' through stains, but it all ain't nothin'
Don't get in this rip if y'all ain't clutchin'
Strictly only brothers, and we all ain't cousins
[Verse 3]
Cold in the summer, **** better have toasters
Snakes in the grass, **** better have vultures
What's a kingpin to a muthafuckin' joker?
Get your car pulled into this bitch, I'ma poke her
Bitch orders bread on my hip, I'm a loafer
Me and this Glock to the neck, I'm a loner
Why I never give no fucks, I got odor
I play with my gang, we gon' split like it's yogas
Send her that gas in the wood, that's my odor
Whiff of the boy and you won't be sober
Give her good dick, next day I don't know her
Wrote this sister with a bitch, I'ma throw her
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I'm a point guard
They like, "Don't talk your shit, 'cause that boy hard"
I don't rock Louie V, that's a Goyard
Do a skid with the whip like a go kart
Fuck suckas, who dis fuck?
Jack pullin' ****, bitch, I'm rude as fuck
Out neck talkers, they don't do as much
And when it come to the case, we the coolest cut
I ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I just talk that
You gon' do what I say, bitch, don't talk back
Late night, I'm a beast in that all black
Love the life that we live, so we all scrap
Then go forward, get easy
Don't **** get backwards
And if I got a piece in a bag, I'm a pastor
Lick time, all black, Ashley, slasher
Talk, but don't notice, that shit fill me with laughter
You got the rock, you the monkey in the middle
I don't have some opps, but a **** hide from prison
Claimin' that you real, when you lyin' in your sentence
Young wild ****, I'm a lion with a pistol
[Verse 5]
Do I care about your birds?
Hakuna Matata
She gon' eat the whole thing
Damn, I'm losin' a dollar
Fuck **** talkin' hot, so I'm cruisin' the lava
King of the jungle, bitch, I feel like Mufasa
Bitch
Written by: Cannon Isaiah, Wayman Barrow
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