Rova - Mufasa Lyrics

New seven hundreds they cost me a ticket
Was always the realist but wasn’t the richest
I ain't learn my lesson was always suspended
Can't let her smoke she be all in her feelings
The neighbors be tripping they all in my business
This car that i'm whipping mufasa it sound like a lion
Whenever i start up the engine
And that new charger I just got it kitted
It came with the title this bitch wasn’t rented
She told me she love me save that for her nigga
That bitch like a job how I hit it and quit her
Share with the homies my foolie can hit it
No rapper but I'm in the studio wit her
Say he got a problem my toolie can fix it
Yea he had a hammer my toolie was bigger
Seen me now she want to fuck me I figure
Remember the days when I used to dm her
Now she be asking to take her to dinner
Cause my pockets blue as a smurf in the winter
Know I be playing the block like a center
Gave her some dick but that’s all I can give her
Popped a few xannies that’s all I remember
Dressed in all black I come through like a ninja
I might pull up in that foreign
New balenciagas they cost me ya mortgage
I'm poppa bear I think I need me some portage
I'm burning these trees I been smoking a forest
These Alexander McQueen these ain’t Jordan’s
Would tell you the price but you couldn’t afford it
I went to sleep on you niggas I'm snoring
Your life ain’t exciting you niggas is boring
Been on my shit since the day I was born
New seven hundreds I still never worn
Remember when I used to post at the store
Now I might pull up to the trap in dior
We got cameras on back of the doors
It's the pistols we packing for war
Act like this never happened before
Oh that ya bitch get her back if she yours

New seven hundreds they cost me a ticket
Was always the realist but wasn’t the richest
I ain't learn my lesson was always suspended
Can't let her smoke she be all in her feelings
The neighbors be tripping they all in my business
This car that i'm whipping mufasa it sound like a lion
Whenever i start up the engine
And that new charger I just got it kitted
It came with the title this bitch wasn’t rented
She told me she love me save that for her nigga
That bitch like a job how I hit it and quit her
Share with the homies my foolie can hit it
No rapper but I'm in the studio wit her
Say he got a problem my toolie can fix it
Yea he had a hammer my toolie was bigger
Seen me now she want to fuck me I figure
Remember the days when I used to dm her
Now she be asking to take her to dinner
Cause my pockets blue as a smurf in the winter
Know I be playing the block like a center
Gave her some dick but that’s all I can give her
Popped a few xannies that’s all I remember
Dressed in all black I come through like a ninja
I might pull up in that foreign
New balenciagas they cost me ya mortgage
I'm poppa bear I think I need me some portage
I'm burning these trees I been smoking a forest
These Alexander McQueen these ain’t Jordan’s
Would tell you the price but you couldn’t afford it
I went to sleep on you niggas I'm snoring
Your life ain’t exciting you niggas is boring
Been on my shit since the day I was born
New seven hundreds I still never worn
Remember when I used to post at the store
Now I might pull up to the trap in dior
We got cameras on back of the doors
It's the pistols we packing for war
Act like this never happened before
Oh that ya bitch get her back if she yours