Текст песни SUSHI SAMBA (feat. SK Dinero) - ONLYONEJD

Heee, Heee

(JD Produced It, yeah, JD Produced It, Mm-hmm)

Really tryna get to the top
Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'
Lounge in my flip flops
Tryna put all the plans in motion
All of the gang looks wavey
Hope you're prepared, we're floatin'
She wants me to have her babies
Pussy wet like an ocean
Really tryna get to the top
Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'
Lounge in my flip flops,
Tryna put all the plans in motion
All of the gang looks wavey
Hope you're prepared, we're floatin'
She wants me to have her babies
Pussy wet like an ocean

Yeah, yeah, I'm really standin' out
Puttin' in hours, I bang it out
I'm tired, I just about manage now
Jokers, I heard that they're cappin' now
She got a fat arse, I'll slap it now
Don't piss him off, he'll get it crackin' now
We got shanks and waps, we ain't lackin' now
Yeah, she got that brand new fit, it had me like "rahhh"
In the bedroom, play her pussy like a guitar
Don't believe in love at first sight, saw her from afar
I'm with SK, he pulled up early with his car

Really tryna get to the top
Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'
Lounge in my flip flops
Tryna put all the plans in motion
All of the gang looks wavey
Hope you're prepared, we're floatin'
She wants me to have her babies
Pussy wet like an ocean
Really tryna get to the top
Like Cench, in my bag, I'm loadin'
Lounge in my flip flops
Tryna put all the plans in motion
All of the gang looks wavey
Hope you're prepared, we're floatin'
She wants me to have her babies
Pussy wet like an ocean

Came out the LV store, they offered me tea
I said "it's alright"
Imma go heal some more, go pay all the price
Yeah, talk to me nice
Big rockstar, no xylophone
We trap hard, we tired of home
Big range rove, we skrrrtin deep (woo-wooh)
She say she need more songs, she weak
She clock the game, she play with me, eehh
Big bussdown in chains
You weren't here when it rained
Go protect yourself when it's safe
I'm a ghost, go call me Casper
Got the wap and the fur, no dapper
I don't take no word, no chatter
Got sushi on platters
They wouldn't care when it matters
Tire got flat, I'm flattened
I'm high up in space, no Saturn
All of the fiends, they're cattin'
Look at my teeth, that's Hatton
Double C's on my feet, that's patterned