NYOTAIMORI!

Lyrics for NYOTAIMORI!

Yeah Belly down, I'm eatin' sushi off her back She obsessed wit' me, want me to beat her doonies to my raps Bitch, I keep goin', get 'em gone, we get 'em lapped Pour-pour-pour up silly juice and now my soda flat (reload) Yeah, this choppa took him out his kicks, make him splash Need, like, three stat, OZ got me leanin' off the pack (dam-dammit) Bitches always talk on BROKIE for a clap Y'all be tweetin' to the void, nobody hatin' on you back (yeah, yeah) She was tryna fuck on me, I already know Plenty fold, BROKIE pockets lookin' just like Yellowstone Green inside the purse, I'm smokin' on them yellow stones Geeked up off that 'xotic in the corner, Golden Freddy pose (yeah) Brodie-brodie talkin' 'bout my music, but I bet he broke Don't know how to mix, copped a preset with some Reddit votes Steady flow, money stackin' up, I'm rackin' hella dough (yeah-yeah) Medical pack came from Mexico, you bet it go (yeah-yeah) I put the blunt down (oh-yeah), she gettin' shut down (oh-yeah) She wanna stay the night, I told her, "Take the bus now" (oh) I hear her boyfriend buff, I hope that he can duck round (What do you mean I gotta leave?) Dumb lil', dumb lil' bitch, that mean it's over-er She left her anklet at my crib, I snapped her choker I left a chip up on her shoulder, ain't no poker Get-get turned to a doner if you talkin' like a poser Lil' bitch, I keep that blower Belly down, I'm eatin' sushi off her back She obsessed wit' me, want me to beat her doonies to my raps Bitch, I keep goin', get 'em gone, we get 'em lapped Pour-pour- pour up silly juice and now my soda flat (reload) Yeah, this choppa took him out his kicks, make him splat Need, like, three stat, OZ got me leanin' off the pack (dam-dammit) Bitches always talk on BROKIE for a clap Y'all be tweetin' to the void, nobody hatin' on you back (yeah, yeah) All your shit is fake, fake, fake, fake (belly down, I'm eatin' sushi off her back) (She obsessed wit' me, want me to beat her doonies to my raps) (Bitch, I keep goin', get 'em gone, we get 'em lapped) (Pour-pour-pour up silly juice and now my soda flat, reload) (Yeah, this choppa took him out his kicks, make him splat) (Need, like, three stat, OZ got me leanin' off the pack, dam-dammit) (Bitches always talk on BROKIE for a clap) (Y'all be tweetin' to the void, nobody hatin' on you back)