Lyrics Mufusa - Vintage

Dreads hang like Rasta
Sauced up like pasta
Hoes on my roster
I feel like Mufusa

Everywhere I go you know I steal the show
I got that shine
Everywhere I go these niggas copy me
Just like a mime
I be losing track of time
Chasing green
I'm smoking lime
I'm unique
I'm one of a kind
Step on the scene
I'm on the line
Up in the morning
Brush my teeth
I'm fresh
Polo on my chest
Now I'm tourin'
Jumped up off the jet
Now I'm getting checks
Now they see I'm flexed up
Shawty wanna cuddle up
Now they see I'm next up
Now they wanna huddle up
Make a way
They call me John Madden
Cause I'm making plays
Interstate
120 On the dash
Bitch I'm out of state
120 On my dash uh
Louboutin Ima spaz out
All of my niggas we cashed out
Big boy dreams I'm passed out
Staying away from all the fakes
These niggas love to replicate
Staying away from all the hate
These niggas love to instigate
Eating off my dinner plate
Flexing bitch I'm always straight
1998 My date
They watching just like a parade
Big bands in my jeans
Shawty wanna talk she know I'm clean
Life is like a movie
You could be whoever you want to be