Sushi by Ellibru Lyrics
[Intro]
Aloha, Sushii Boii! (We got that!)
(what the fffuck?)
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
[Verse 1]
Sippin' saki call me papi (aye)
This beat is heavy
Got me feeling fetty wapy
Put that teriyaki
All over her body (body?)
A-acting naughty
Got 'em thirsty like Mohave
I'll be
Back on some other shit
Tryna fuck yo bitch
You know she loving it
You're just stuck with it
Mentally picturing
Images of me fucking your bitch again
In all types of positions and switching up
'Cuz you know that 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
(what the fffuck?)
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
[Verse 2]
They already know who
But it's time that we told you
Now she on a sushii boii diet
Only sippin' on sake or shochu
I'm shroomin' like holy shiitakes
My bitch look like Misa Amane
But I been fucking aro-o-ound lately
I blame it on my Shinigami
I hop in the 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 hara-kiri this a murder
You push it well we push it further
This ain't hara-kiri 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 sushi!
(We got that, we got that...)
We got that sushi!
(We got that, we got that...)
We got that sushi!
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
(We got that Gucci)
(We got that Gucci)
(We got that Gucci)
Aloha, Sushii Boii! (We got that!)
(what the fffuck?)
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
[Verse 1]
Sippin' saki call me papi (aye)
This beat is heavy
Got me feeling fetty wapy
Put that teriyaki
All over her body (body?)
A-acting naughty
Got 'em thirsty like Mohave
I'll be
Back on some other shit
Tryna fuck yo bitch
You know she loving it
You're just stuck with it
Mentally picturing
Images of me fucking your bitch again
In all types of positions and switching up
'Cuz you know that 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
(what the fffuck?)
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
[Verse 2]
They already know who
But it's time that we told you
Now she on a sushii boii diet
Only sippin' on sake or shochu
I'm shroomin' like holy shiitakes
My bitch look like Misa Amane
But I been fucking aro-o-ound lately
I blame it on my Shinigami
I hop in the 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 hara-kiri this a murder
You push it well we push it further
This ain't hara-kiri 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 sushi!
(We got that, we got that...)
We got that sushi!
(We got that, we got that...)
We got that sushi!
[Chorus]
I feel trapnese
Like Mr. Myiagi (Mr. Myiagi)
Got your bitch on her knees
Hot like wasabi (wasabi wasabi)
You got that blue cheese
We got that sushi (sushi)
Eat your bitch with chop sticks
W-w-while she's wearing that Gucci (Gucci!)
(We got that Gucci)
(We got that Gucci)
(We got that Gucci)