Sushii

I feel trapnese Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi) Got your bitch on her knees Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi) You got that blue cheese We got that sushi (sushi) Eat your bitch with chop sticks W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci Sippin' saki call me papi (aye) This beat is heavy Get me feeling fetty wapy Put that teriyaki All over her body (body) A-acting naughty Got 'em thirsty like Mohave I'll be Back on some other shit Tryna fuck yo bitch You knows she's loving it You're just stuck with it Mentally picturing Images of me fucking your bitch again In all types of positions and switching up 'Cuz you know that I'm into that freaky stuff I'm just tryna eat her like a sushi roll Maybe after that play with her booty hole Little groupie hoe (what the fffuck?) I feel trapnese Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi) Got your bitch on her knees Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi) You got that blue cheese We got that sushi (sushi) Eat your bitch with chop sticks W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci They already know who But its time that we told you Now she on a sushii boii diet Only sippin' on sake or shochu I'm shroomin' like holy shiitakes My bitch look like Misa Amane But I been fucking aro-o-ound lately I blame it on my Shinigami I hope in the boat and I'm floatin to Tokyo Pockets are biggest I stuff 'em like oreos Stackin up origami we got more of those (stackin up origami we got more of those?) This ain't harakiri this is murder You push it well we push it further This ain't harakiri this is murder Take you bitch and I dip like Tempura (Take you bitch and I dip like Tempura) (Take you bitch and I dip like Tempura) I feel trapnese Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi) Got your bitch on her knees Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi) You got that blue cheese We got that sushi (sushi) Eat your bitch with chop sticks W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (We got that Gucci) (We got that Gucci) (We got that Gucci)