Lyrics
I love the Sushii Boiis
Decide on the beat
I feel trapanese
Like Mr. Miyaki
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi
Eat your bitch with chopsticks
While she wearin' that Gucci
Sippin' Saki call me Papi
This beat is heavy got me feelin' Fetty Wapi
Put that Teriyaki all over her body
Actin' naughty
Got 'em thirsty like Mojave
I'll be back on some other shit
Tryna fuck your bitch
You know she lovin' it
Your just stuck with it
Mentally picturin'
Images of me fuckin' your bitch again
In all types of positions I'm switchin up.
'Cause you know 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
I feel trapanese
Like Mr. Miyaki
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi
Eat your bitch with chopsticks
While she wearin' that Gucci
They already know who
But it's time that we told you
Now she on that sushi boy diet
Only sippin' on Saki and Shochu
I'm shroomin' like, "Holy shiitake"
My bitch look like Misa Amani
But I've been fuckin' around lately
I blame it on my Shinigami
I hop in da 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 Hari Kari this a murder
You push it while we push it further
This ain't Hari Kari this a murder
Take your bitch and I dip like tempura
Take your bitch and I dip like tempura
Take your bitch and I dip like tempura
We got that
We got that
We got that
We got that sushi
We got that
We got that
We got that
We got that
We got that sushi
We got that
We got that
We got that
We got that
We got that sushi
I feel trapanese
Like Mr. Miyaki
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi
Eat your bitch with chopsticks
While she wearin' that Gucci
Gucci
We got that Gucci
We got that Gucci
We got that Gucci
Written by: Sushii Boiis